Homem Torto
k a m a i t a c h i
Crooked Man
He might not even have eyes
But you know where you hide
He seems to be happy
To see the fear that consumes you
Crooked little man
Nice top hat you have
Top hat do you have
Crooked little man
With your dead gait
Monster that comes from beyond
One, two, don't look back
Three, four, running is no use anymore
Five, six, it's your turn
Seven, eight, nine, ten, he'll pull your feet
One, two, don't look back
Three, four, running is no use anymore
Five, six, it's your turn
Seven, eight, nine, ten, he'll pull your feet
There, there, there
There, there, there, there, there, there, there, there
He sits on a chair
Next to your bed
He smiles seeing you struggling while
Cut your throat
Crooked little man
Nice top hat you have
Top hat do you have
Crooked little man
With your dead gait
Monster that comes from beyond
One, two, don't look back
Three, four, running is no use anymore
Five, six, it's your turn
Seven, eight, nine, ten, he'll pull your feet
One, two, don't look back
Three, four, running is no use anymore
Five, six, it's your turn
Seven, eight, nine, ten, he'll pull your feet
He sits on a chair
Next to your bed
He smiles seeing you struggling while
Cut your throat
