Michael Jackson

Thriller

It's close to midnight an something evil's lurkin' in the dark.
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it.
You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes,
you're paralized.

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
and no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike.
You know it's thriller, thriller night.
You're fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight.

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run.
You feel the cold hold and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination girl,
But all the while, you hear a creature creepin' up behind,
you're out of time.

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night.
There ain't no second chance against the thing with fourty eyes, girl.
Thriller, thriller night.
You're fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight.

Night creatures call
and the dead start to walk in their masquerade.
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time.
(They're open wide.)
This is the end of your life.

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side.
They will possess you, unless you change that number of your dial.
Now is the time, for you and I to cuddle close together. Yeah.
All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
I'll make you see.

That this is thriller, thriller night.
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try.
Thriller, thriller night.
So let me hold you tight and share a
killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight.

Girl this is thriller, thriller night.
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever dare try.
Thriller, thriller night.
So let me hold you tight and share a
killer, thriller.

Darkness falls across the land.
The midnight hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in search of blood,
to terrorize y'awl's neighborhood.
And whosoever shall be found,
without the soul for getting down,
must stand and face the hounds of hell
and rot inside a corpse's shell.

The foulest stench is in the air,
the funk of fourty thousand years.
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
are closing in to seal your doom.
And though you fight to stay alive,
your body starts to shiver.
For no mere mortal can resist,
the evil of the thriller.

(laughter)