It's peaceful by the lake
As I say goodbye to summer
A chill is in the air
And the leaves are turning colour
The birds fly south
There's frost along the path
intestines on the cabin floor
and brains drip off my axe
And there's no campers left to kill
No campers left to kill
There's one still stuck around my drill
There's no campers left to kill
That one's leg is twitching
I think he's still alive
But no, it's just a spasming nerve
So I hang him by a rusty hook in his eye
And there's no campers left to kill
No there's no campers left to kill
I put the last on on the grill
There's no campers left to kill
Maybe it's time to hang up my hockey mask
Maybe it's time to put the chainsaw down
Maybe it's time to learn the put the lotion in the basket myself
Or maybe it's time to fire up the deathmobile and ride into town
And find some more people to kill
All that blood yet to be spilled
I'll travel around the world until
I put the last one through the mill
'cause there's no campers left to kill
No, there's no campers left to kill
I've cleansed the earth, I've done God's will
There's no campers left to kill
