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Late last night and the night before,
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers,
knockin' on the door,
Wanna go out cant tell if I can,
'Cause I'm so 'fraid of the Tommyknocker man

One day soon, one day after,
They tried on my sanity with hellacious laughter,
I wanna go to bed, I wanna go to sleep
But I can't ,cause of the damned Tommyknockers creeps

A month to soon, a month to late,
I realize all there tricks were bait,
Its only when they scream that I can't escape,
I gotta run and never slow down,
Gotta keep moving cause the Tommyknockers are around

They followed me to the abandoned mine,
I can see them now, spirits without a shine,
It’s too dark to see, too dark to walk,
I gaze at my entrance, it's been blocked

I climb a shaft and cut my hand on a rock,
In pain, I grabbed a lose wooden block,
I noticed I let go of the wall,
The Tommyknockers win, I lose and I fall,

I awoke in a nice warm bed,
I remember I fell... what the hell, I'm not dead?
I stand up and I turn transparent,
Its dark now and I feel abandonment,
I have become what I used to fear,
I'm a Tommyknocker or so I hear

Late last night and the night before,
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers knockin' on her door,
Want's to go out don't know if she can,
'Cause she's so 'fraid of ,me, the Tommyknocker man