There is a cabin in Tennessee,
Where I found Necronomicon,
Book's been the ruin of many a poor soul,
And God I know I'm one.

Professor Knowby was a historian,
That cursed book he had seen,
Recorded his voice in this log cabin,
To tell the stuff that it did mean.

Now the only thing the chosen one needs,
Is a chainsaw and a gun,
And the only time he's satisfied,
Is when the Deadites are all gone.

Oh mother tell your children,
Not to do what I have done,
Spend your lives in Deadite misery,
Because you found Necronomicon.

Well, I had one eye on the laughing lamp,
I went totally insane,
I had to go back to the fruit cellar,
To unlock that metal chain.

There is a cabin in Tennessee,
Where I found Necronomicon,
Book's been the ruin of many a poor soul,
And God I know I'm one.