He drowned in all our sins
He drowned in our mistakes
Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood
The curse of Crystal Lake
Ki-Ki-Ki, Ma-Ma-Ma
Ki-Ki-Ki, Ma-Ma-Ma
Ki-Ki-Ki, Ma-Ma-Ma
We've all been laid to rest
Our epitaph reads "Mommy knows best"
A word of warning from beyond the grave
That must be understood
Throats get slit in this neck of the woods
She raised him right and he'll come out to play
When mother whispers, "Thank God it's Friday"
He drowned in all our sins
He drowned in our mistakes
Fueled by the flood, we pay in blood
The curse of Crystal Lake
He's down there deep within
We've found there's no escape
You just scratched the surface of the curse of Crystal Lake
Caught undressed we were laid to rest
A drunken, sex-crazed teenage mess. Thank god it's friday. Ice Nine Kills also American Nightmare is by Ice Nine Kills