Haunted House Songtext
von Treetop Flyers

The night turn black and the air, turned cold
I could feel in my breath, and down my bones
The roads looked like cars where extincted
And the only meet her are the hookers on the beat

But as I wandered through, this urban graveyard
I was kicking up leaves like a frustrated school boy
But I never noticed that house upon that hill, before
Under the lamplight so tall

The key for the garden near was missing
There must nothing must fast security
Remind you by the size of those rambles
True as it probably comes, probably scrambles


But I found a rusty old pair of shears
There must have been a bastard in that day
So I cut and cut and cut, so it was a dog I could see
And nineteen dead flowers now looking at me

The telephone box that I alone need cry
I picked it up, and said hello
On the other end of the line, a voice I never heard so low
Roaming it was haunted, and that I should go

Enter now if you must
This house is haunted with, the gullers dust
We thought number eight, is written here in a stone
Hands up in a group hog, low

The night turn black and the air, turned cold
I could feel it in my breath, and down my bones
The dust was bitten once again
And this silhouette story ends