Four Fingers Fatal to the Flesh - F.K.Ü.

I woke up from a terrifying dream

A dark boiler-room with pipes leaking steam

An evil figure in green and red

Looks like that hacked-up chick is dead

He turns his head and looks at me

That burned face, that evil grin

No one can stop the awe I feel

That knitted sweater and those claws of steel

Four fingers, four fingers, four fingers

Fatal to the flesh

They all believe that Freddy’s dead

They all believe that it’s in my head

They don’t believe that he’s made of flesh

Just wait and witness, your personal death

I went and bought a bunch of filétknives

And rivet them firmly to my gloves

I felt like I found myself in his shoes

Oh daddy Freddy!

Won’t you show me the moves!

Four fingers, four fingers, four fingers

Fatal to the flesh

I feel it pumping through my veins,

the nightmare must commence

I can’t hold back this urge to kill

My old life has to end

I pull the knitted sweater on

And dust off the ol' hat

I’m one of Freddy’s minions now,

A spawn of Krueger’s hell

I woke up from a terrifying dream

A dark boiler-room with pipes leaking steam

An evil figure in green and red

Looks like that hacked-up chick is dead

He turns his head and looks at me

That burned face, that evil grin

No one can stop the awe I feel

That knitted sweater and those claws of steel

Four fingers, four fingers, four fingers

Fatal to the flesh