The night was dark in a dark color gray,
The noise was loud yet slowly drifted away,
The cold chills ran up your spine,
Until the moon woke up behind the clouds eyes,
So you walk along, your breath as cold as ice,
And you slowly cross the street before thinking twice,
So let your eye become bloodshot and let your lips die,
Because this foggy night will soon become a try,
Tisk, Tisk you should know you walked alone,
Your mother is waiting near by the phone, so child run along not play,
Because the foggy night will soon come and a price will soon come your way.
