There's a call coming through,
It's reflecting off of the drops of dew,
Telling me it's right time for a cleaning crew,
Cause my head is best killed and grown anew.

*******, label me a night owl,
Cause these bedtime blues are fowl,
The suicide hounds are on the prowl,
And I'm,
Oh ****,
Yes I'm,
In their line of sight.

The phone's ringing off of the ******* hook,
Warning me, sending a cautionary tale, well look-
In my closet, there's a man, he has a silly book,
The stories all seem to spell my demise, he's a crook!

*******, label me a night owl,
Cause these bedtime blues are fowl,
The suicide hounds are on the prowl,
And I'm,
Oh ****,
Yes I'm,
In their line of sight.

Lock up the weapons,
Or else I'll be preppin',
At midnight I might be steppin',
To the closet where I met him,
And I'll pray to Mister Hades,
To give me a fate better than it.

*******, label me a night owl,
Cause these bedtime blues are fowl,
The suicide hounds are on the prowl,
And I'm,
Oh ****,
Yes I'm,
In their line of sight.