No Windows, No Doors Songtext
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No Windows, No Doors Songtext
Well Schaffer
If Wikipedia′s right
It looks like this is it
Master Grace's Mansion
Hold on
What′s that smell coming out of that trunk though?
Welcome foolish mortals
To the haunted mansion (no!)
Now everybody gather round
Crowded in and abandoned
Any hope for your survival
Your smiles on arrival
Quickly turn to terror
Once you learn this destination's final
These marble bust they follow us
Like screams behind the bending doors
Luigi's Mansion′s half as horrifying
As what lies in store
Floating candles down the hallway
Never ending, losing hope
I feel the walls close in upon
My dome, no joke
A hatbox ghost
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don′t shout
There's only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don′t shout
There's only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
First the nervous laughter
As the horrors start unfolding
Your cadaverous pallor betrays
An aura of foreboding
As your sense is the room is stretching
You finally get it (no!)
The only way out is
A less than conventional exit
This endless chase
Could then erase me
Schaffer please defenestrate me
Basement feels like John Wayne Gacy′s
Cold embrace like Patrick Swayze
Making pottery for Emily
Unopened wedding gifts
Like Sartre said the onus shifts
When no exits open quick
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don't shout
There′s only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don't shout
There's only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
And they say that the
Ghost of Madame Leota
Still haunts the mansion
To this very day
And if you listen closely
You might hear her talking about
Dalmations?
What the?
Is this the right place, Schaffer?
Hanging from the ceiling
That′s how Gracey′s been feeling
We'll find a way out
I′m hoping for sure
Hanging from the ceiling
That's how Gracey′s been feeling
We'll find a way out
I′m hoping for sure
If Wikipedia′s right
It looks like this is it
Master Grace's Mansion
Hold on
What′s that smell coming out of that trunk though?
Welcome foolish mortals
To the haunted mansion (no!)
Now everybody gather round
Crowded in and abandoned
Any hope for your survival
Your smiles on arrival
Quickly turn to terror
Once you learn this destination's final
These marble bust they follow us
Like screams behind the bending doors
Luigi's Mansion′s half as horrifying
As what lies in store
Floating candles down the hallway
Never ending, losing hope
I feel the walls close in upon
My dome, no joke
A hatbox ghost
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don′t shout
There's only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don′t shout
There's only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
First the nervous laughter
As the horrors start unfolding
Your cadaverous pallor betrays
An aura of foreboding
As your sense is the room is stretching
You finally get it (no!)
The only way out is
A less than conventional exit
This endless chase
Could then erase me
Schaffer please defenestrate me
Basement feels like John Wayne Gacy′s
Cold embrace like Patrick Swayze
Making pottery for Emily
Unopened wedding gifts
Like Sartre said the onus shifts
When no exits open quick
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don't shout
There′s only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
No windows
No doors
No doubt
Don't shout
There's only one way out
There is no turning back
No key and no latch
The only way to escape
Is through one unspeakable act
And they say that the
Ghost of Madame Leota
Still haunts the mansion
To this very day
And if you listen closely
You might hear her talking about
Dalmations?
What the?
Is this the right place, Schaffer?
Hanging from the ceiling
That′s how Gracey′s been feeling
We'll find a way out
I′m hoping for sure
Hanging from the ceiling
That's how Gracey′s been feeling
We'll find a way out
I′m hoping for sure
Writer(s): Andrew Nielsen, Mark Schäffer, Richard Rusincovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
