Off the Sandman's teeth moonlight glares,
He hides under beds and hands out nightmares,
Blood is spilt in childrens heads,
As they squirm and sweat in their beds,
Dreaming about monsters, murder and sorrow,
Knowing these dreams will come back tomorrow,
These children become afraid to sleep at all,
But they cannot ignore the Sandman's silent call,
He waves his hands and casts a spell,
A secret that he'll never tell,
How to give little boys and girls a bad dream,
How to make them cry and how to make them scream,
Mr Sandman dont bring me a dream,
Ive had the worst you've ever seen,
I cant take another nightmare,
Believe me, Ive had my share,
Mr Sandman dont bring me a dream,