I got this little haunted house that's covered with chains made of plastic, ketchup stains and an audio tape running with screams and moans taken from the Red Light District. It's right past a black and pink little welcome sign covered in used condoms and broken hopes.. For your enjoyment I got a couple of attractions, first off is this coffin right here that's claimed to be filled with more skeletons than Pandora Box's ambitions. There's some coming in under the European flag and some speaking in fluent oriental language. The latest additions to it happened to be talking in a nice little American accent..
Then we got the altar of skittles, a certain item which is said to represent a more wiser and higher person, so I often find myself confiding to her wisdom.. even though I don't get answers back at all the times I want.
Then there's the candy house of scarlet wrappers. But if I get into that, some of you may try to report me.. So I'll say what I sing everytime I think of it..
Come in my haunted house and buckle up your seat
Because right here, I got all the treats that you've ever wanted to eat
And you'll be thinking of me every time that you go to sleep
And telling the doctors about the candy that I'm offering you to eat..
I assume that 99% of you people will not understand any of this.. and the less than 1% may know who I am and knows how bad I need help now.