Spew the blood from your mind

Sharp razors are cutting you

Death in your dreams is your nightmare

Escape, hide yourself, don't go crazy

There is no peace, he's a bastard

Crazy revenge marked on you

Live in the dream just to kill

Know that from the dream, you'll not wake up

Power and fear are his weapons

Violent agony sustains his life

Children suffering with his pain

Elm is the street, die for it

Prisoners, prisoners, of Elm Street

His nails screeching are his signal

His feverish voice doesn't let you wake up

Today is the end, he's going to kill you

Dream, dream a lot, Elm Street is your home