Past Ten

There is a place where the children play

Also where the dead people lay

But they know not to stay past Ten

Or they will go underground with them

They'll grab your arm they'll grab your leg

They wont let go they don't take to beg

Then when you see that rotting corpse

You'll hit the top with all your force

Then in the morning you'll hear the children play

Above where you now lay

But they know not to stay past Ten

Or they will go underground with them