Your house needs a man's hand
Your house needs a man's hand
Wait and see it falls apart before this Christmas eve
If you don't let this man in
You don't want to live here
I know you can't sleep here
So don't let this man get tired way before his time
Be good and let him come in
The pictures of you turned to ghosts
And roam your empty house
Each moment that you're alone
You hear them creep around
You know they don't need your flesh
They're here for the memories of yours
The pictures of you turned to ghosts
And roam your empty house
This haunted house