(Intro) [Muted trumpet intro, scratching vinyl crackle] [Slow, limping 1930s jazz rhythm with an eerie banjo pluck] [Low, pulsing upright bass] (Verse 1) Every twenty-three springs, the old engine sighs A shadow comes crawling under sulfurous skies He’s checking the ledger, he’s sniffing the air He’s looking for something that you cannot spare (Verse 2) [Weeping pedal steel guitar swell] Don’t look in his cellar, don’t look down the pipe The laundry is hanging, the harvest is ripe A stitching of skin and a tapestry of bone He’s making a garment to call his own (Chorus) [Slow, jazzy swing with a dark country twang] Jeepers, creepers, where’d you get those eyes? He’ll tear 'em right out while the radio cries Hush, hush, don't you make a sound The bogeyman’s driving through the old church ground He’s hungry for a piece of you... (Verse 3) [Clarinet takes a minor-key jazz solo, backed by a dragging drum beat] The sister is screaming, the brother is trapped The countdown is running, the trapdoor is snapped He doesn’t want silver, he doesn't want gold Just a brand new heart that’ll never grow old (Chorus) Jeepers, creepers, where’d you get those eyes? He’ll tear 'em right out while the radio cries Hush, hush, don't you make a sound The bogeyman’s driving through the old church ground He’s hungry for a piece of you... (Bridge) [Tempo slows dramatically, switching to a terrifying cinematic breakdown] [Dissonant, screeching strings blend with a weeping resonator guitar] [Heavy, heavy bass drops] He smells your fear through the engine smoke... A dynamic nightmare, a twisted joke... Twenty-three days to feed the beast... And you're the main course at the feast. (Guitar & Horn Outro) [Muted trumpet plays a distorted, mournful melody] [Final, slow banjo plucks fading into heavy vinyl crackle] [A distant, echoing whistle] [Fade to silence]
