Haunted House

Man, you know that house up at the end of the road that nobody goes near? But let me tell you why they don't. Well, in the haunted house at the top of the hill, the scoops get round.

They test their skill, let's go to wet, and we'll bet it for a night. Seemless such a pride, it will slide. Stays stay awake when the goons stand the goblins play When the hands of the clocks go out midnight, Better get in a hot tub of slime.

Well, the ghost and the witches and the devil to water and they're mixing up a brew And if a man should have bent your near, the soul inside would disappear Your soul and mine isn't their proof that they have the witch we have no clue All it there is, a whole fan brain, will be here another day

Stay, stay away from the ghost and the goblins play On the hands of the clock's full of midnight Been getting a heart outside Oh well I've had loose life If I didn't leave my soul As if it was selfish, greedy Thus my soul as I found this plight The devil's judge in yours tonight

Oh brother, hit me When I set you to better live right every day Cause someday it will be you too And if you throw me some hope with the wind. Stay as stay away when the ghosts and the goblins play when the hands of the clutch pull off make night, better get in a huddle of sight.