Lock up your children the axeman is coming   Lock up your children the axeman is coming   Lock up your children the axeman is running   Lock up your children he's here!      He's coming SLAUGHTER!      Is he from the army or the S.A.S.?   Rejected and shunned, left out on his own   The skills he acquired are put to the test   The tearing of flesh and the pulping of bone!      He's coming SLAUGHTER!      It's late and it's dark but one walks the streets   An axe in his hand, no glint in his eye   This mindless machine, he butcher, you meat!   Calm and collected, but twisted inside!      He is here! SLAUGHTER!