Creepiest song

The entire song list from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, (Gene not Johnny) especially Wonderous Boat Ride.

I heard this old Bloodrock song on my car radio a few minutes ago and just had to share it with you.

Laying here looking at the ceiling
Someone lays a sheet across my chest
Something warm is flowing down my fingers
Pain is flowing all through my back

I try to move my arms and theres no feeling
And when I look I see theres nothing there
The face beside me stopped it totally bleeding
The girl I knew has such a distant stare

I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air
I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air

Then I looked straight at the attendant
His face is pale as it can be
He bends and whispers something softly
He says theres no chance for me

I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air
I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air

Life is flowing out my body
Pain is flowing out with my blood
The sheets are red and moist where Im lying
God in Heaven, teach me how to die

I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air
I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air

Dead Jim's Shade by Monitor makes me curl up embryo style and cry.

Yo Mai Tai:
I made out (and other stuff) with the girl Lnown as Polly (maybe?). But I will nominate a more recent song.

I think it's called...."Possum Kingdom"

The only song that makes the line "do you wanna die?" funny. Hah!

Make up your mind
Decide to walk with me
Around the lake tonight
Around the lake tonight
By my side
By my side
I'm not gonna lie
I'll not be a gentleman
Behind the boathouse
I'll show you my dark secret

I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
My blushing bride
My lover, be my lover, yeah...

Don't be afraid
I didn't mean to scare you
So help me, Jesus

I can promise you
You'll stay as beautiful
With dark hair
And soft skin...forever
Forever

Make up your mind
Make up your mind
And I'll promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet angel
So help me, Jesus

(hey, hey, hey)

Give it up to me
Give it up to me
Do you wanna be
My angel?
So help me!

Be my angel
Be my angel
Do you wanna die?
I promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet angel
So help me, Jesus

Jesus
Jesus
Jesus...

"Hans Beimler" always gives me the willies:

Vor Madrid im Schützengraben,
In der Stunde der Gefahr,
Mit den eisernen Brigaden,
Sein Herz voll Hass geladen,
Stand Hans, der Kommissar.

Seine Heimat musst er lassen,
Weil er Freiheitskämpfer war.
Auf Spaniens blut'gen Strassen,
Für das Recht der armen Klassen
Starb Hans, der Kommissar.

Eine Kugel kam geflogen
Aus der "Heimat" für ihn her.
Der Schuss war gut erwogen,
Der Lauf war gut gezogen
Ein deutsches Schiessgewehr.

Kann dir die Hand drauf geben,
Derweil ich eben lad'
Du bleibst in unserm Leben,
Dem Feind wird nicht vergeben,
Hans Beimler, Kamerad.

"Sometimes we walk hand in hand by the sea
And we breathe in the cool salty air
You turn to me with a kiss in your eyes
And my heart feels a thrill beyond compare

Then your lips cling to mine
It's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful, my love

Sometimes we stand on the top of a hill
And we gaze at the earth and stars
I turn to you and melt in your arms
There we are, darling, only you and I

What a moment to share
It's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful, my love

The world is filled with wond'rous things, it's true
But they wouldn't have much meaning without you

Some quiet evening I sit by your side
And we're lost in a world of our own
I feel the glow of your unspoken love
I'm aware of the treasure that I own

And I say to myself
It's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful, my love
And I say to myself
It's wonderful, wonderful
Oh, so wonderful, my love"

The late... the great... Hasil Adkins:

NO MORE HOT DOGS
(Hasil Adkins)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!...

Well, I'm gonna put your head on my wall, just like I told you baby, you can't hide no more.
You can't eat no more, no more hot dogs, I'm gonna put your head, I put it on my wall.

Now, baby don't you be, be afraid, 'cause you don't wanna eat, eat none today.
Gonna put your head on my wall, and then you can't eat no more hot dogs.

Oh yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!...

Come on baby, don't you be late, I want your head, I want it tonight.
Cut your head of at half past eight, I'll have it on my wall about a half past ten.

Yeah, come on baby, I want that head, come on baby, I want that head.
I want your head to hang on my wall tonight, now honey, don't you be afraid.
'Cause I'm gonna cut your head off, about a half past eight.

Just like I said, I'm gonna cut your head off, and you can eat no more hot dogs
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! ...

tip toe through the tulips by tiny Tim

In my honest opinion, no song is quite as creepy as this one.

Its from Peter Gabriel's third album, its the first track...

Intruder

I know something about opening windows and doors

I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors

I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers

Slipping the clippers

Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires

The sense of isolation inspires

Inspires me

I like to feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there

I like you lying awake, your baited breath charging the air

I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear

Intruders happy in the dark

Intruder come

Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark