A scream in darkness, a hopeless fight Eyes that burn in the night Blood is drippin' from a knife The ripper's struck, could be your wife The beast is striking like a dog The dog is dying in the morning fog Wornout resting in his hide Sleepin' light - with eyes open wide
Chorus: Eddie likes torture and pain But Eddie's crying in the rain Eddie's got a twisted brain And neighbours say that he's insane Then Eddie - strikes again
The dog is wakin' up each night Revengeful, lonesome with no fright Eddie's blade, is Eddie's toy Satan come and get your boy!
