Late Friday night, I'm at your door but you're not home. There's your mom outside hiding, I see her lurk in the shadows, looks like she's ready for battle. And its 2-4-6, what's this that you're pulling from your bag of tricks now? (She started running for me) 2-4-6, old miss is pure evil underneath her nightgown. I'm run running from your mom but she won't stop, she just keeps coming, run running from your mom. Don't let me down. Don't shut me out. Don't leave me hanging on every night outside of your house. Just open up and let me through. I've got time on my hands; I can wait a lot longer than you can. Yes I'll admit you've won this round, but I'll be back and next time. I'll find your daughter. We'll rush off in a hurry, to do the things you were worried of. And it's a nice night for a knife fight. Who'd you think will die tonight? That's what your mama said before she tried to cut me. Whither dry my life spring, girl your mamas suffering. I'm run running from your mom...