THRILLER
MICHAEL JACKSON
Intro:
Am C D Am7
Verse 1:
D7 Am7
It's close to midnight, and something evil's, lurking in the dark.
D7 Am7
Under the moonlight, you see a sight, that almost stops your heart.
D7 Am7
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound, before you make it.
D7 Am7
You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes;
Fmaj7 Em
You're para-lyzed.
Chorus 1:
Am C D Am7
'Cos this is; Thril-ler, Thriller Night;
D7 Dm7
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike.
Am C D Am7
You know it's; Thril-ler, Thriller Night;
D7 F7 D7 F/G Am7
You're fighting for your life, inside a killer, Thriller, to-night.
Verse 2:
D7 Am7
You hear the door slam, and realise there's nowhere left to run.
D7 Am7
You feel the cold hand, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.
D7 Am7
You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagi-nation.
D7 Am7
But all the while, you hear the creature creepin' up be-hind;
Fmaj7 Em
You're out of time.
Chorus 2:
Am C D Am7
'Cos this is; Thril-ler, Thriller Night;
D7 Dm7
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike.
Am C D Am7
You know it's; Thril-ler, Thriller Night;
D7 F7 D7 F/G Am7
You're fighting for your life, inside a killer, Thriller, to-night.
Bridge 1:
D7 Fmaj9 G
Night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade.
Am7 C/G Em7b5
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien, this time;
Fmaj7 E7sus4 E7
This is the end of your life.
Verse 3:
D7 Am7
They're out to get you; there's demons closing in on every side.
D7 Am7
They will possess you; un-less you change the number on your dial.
D7 Am7
Now is the time, for you and I to cuddle close to-gether.
D7 Am7
All through the night, I'll save you from the terror on the screen;
Fmaj7 Em
I'll make you see,
Chorus 3:
Am C D Am7
That this is; Thril-ler, Thriller Night;
D7 Dm7
'Cos I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try.
Am C D Am7
Girl, this is; Thril-ler, Thriller Night;
D7 F7
So let me hold you tight, and share a killer,
D7 F/G Am7 C
Diller, chil-ler, Thriller here tonight.
Coda:
(Ad-lib: Am F/A G/A D/A)
(Vincent Price)
(Spoken):
Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorise y'awl's neighbourhood.
And whosoever shall be found, without the soul for getting down,
Must stand and face the Hounds of Hell and rot inside a corpse's shell.
The foulest stench is in the air; the funk of forty thousand years,
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb, are closing in to seal your doom.
And though you fight to stay alive; your body starts to shiver,
For no mere mortal can resist, the evil of The Thriller...
