they re still out here amongst the trees they re still out here amongst the trees don t let them see you don t let them see you the fog rolls in and the temperature drops about thirty degrees two hundred years have disappeared and yet the pipe smoke lingers the fog creeps in and the temperature drops about thirty degrees two hundred years have disappeared and yet the pipe smoke lingers here for if you make a sound or you turn around they will be gone they will be gone and if you choose to run you ll see the blinking eyes and know your time has come you might be wrong don t let them see you a splash of gin to let you know that they are near two hundred years have disappeared and yet the pipe smoke lingers a punch in the gut if their intentions have not been made clear two hundred years have disappeared and yet the pipe smoke lingers here don t let them see you for if you make a sound or you turn around they will be gone they will be gone and if you choose to run you ll see the blinking eyes and know your time has come you might be wrong for if you make a sound or you turn around they will be gone they will be gone and if you choose to run you ll see the blinking eyes and know your time has come you might be wrong don t ever let them see you don t ever let them see you you might be wrong you might be crazy they re still out here amongst the trees they re still out here amongst the trees don t let them see you don t let them see you don t let them see you