Performed by: Red Death (rap performed by Peter Karrie)
It's close to midnight - a spendid party's starting this new Act
Under the limelight you see a sight that stops you in your tracks
You try to flee, your panic just sets off a big commotion
You start to freeze, your vision blurs in terror at the sight
of blood-red tights
But why so silent, good messieurs?
It cannot be because you thought I'd left you all for good?
And have you missed me, good messieurs?
Well bitch I'm back for more and this time my will won't be denied (yeah)
You hear the door slam (secure!) and find in this big red portfolio
a score by my hand, instructions that you'll put on my new show
You'll close your minds and claim that it's just self-insert fan fiction
You must comply; there's more out there that you should really fear
than a chandelier
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the Phantom's deadly spite, no
Thriller (hoo-hoo), thriller night
You're fighting for your life against a killer, messieur, tonight
Six months of peace
and the patrons all come to the masquerade
You can't ignore the demands of the Phantom this time
(no not this time)
This is the end of the line (ooh!)
I'm out to get you, my plans are closing in from every side
I will possess you, and make you drop that Vicomte from your life
Your chains are mine, and you will sing for me now and forever (yeah)
All through the night, just be with me, I'll show you what I mean
I'll make you scream
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And theres is no escaping from the ghost with golden eyes, girl
Thriller (hoo-hoo), thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller (ow!), chiller (ow!)
thriller here tonight
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
Girl, I can thrill you more than Vicomte could ever dare try
Thriller (hoo-hoo), thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller, ow!
I'm gonna thrill tonight...
[rap]
Darkness falls across the stage
The poor gendarmes are in a rage
But who shall have the last hurrah?
The Phantom of the Opera
And whosoever does not do
all that the Phantom asks of you
must do so as a last resort
I'd hate to cut the prisoner short
The foulest stench is in the air
'tis Raoul's fine horses over there
And warring ducks from every lake
are closing in to seal your fate
And you may turn and glance behind
from fears you dare not fathom
But no mere mortal can resist
the evil of the Phantom
[into maniacal Phantom laugh, in deep echo]
R.
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