There's always a black corridor near the stairway. You mustn't get cross trough there, but you'll always try.
And when you're ready to make your first step, your father shout at you "son, go to bed right now!"
And if you fear of the monster under your bed, shout it loud, shout it all you want. Nobody will come to rescue you, 'cause you must grow up someday, and if you not, Jesus will hate you and won't look after you when you die!
And when you're ready to make your first step, your father shout at you "son, go to bed right now!"
And if you fear of the monster under your bed, shout it loud, shout it all you want. Nobody will come to rescue you, 'cause you must grow up someday, and if you not, Jesus will hate you and won't look after you when you die!
