Boney hand, boney hand                    

Reaching out of the dirt in

The garden and...

 Down below, down below 

The corpse is soon to follow...

Raised again, raised again

This one's come alive again...

Creeping out, reaching out

From the darkness.......

The boogieman's hand is coming...

Run or he'll get you and...

You'll lay rotting in the dirt in the

Garden and

Never to be heard from again!