say your prayers little one
till the sandman he comes
gripping your pillow tight
we're off to never never land
something's wrong, shut the light
and they aren't of snow white
dreams of war, dreams of liars
and the things that will bite
gripping your pillow tight
now I lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep
pray the lord my soul to take
hust till baby, don't say a word
and never mind that noise you heard
it's just a beast under your bed
in your closet, in your head