Album: American Gothic
Noises down in the basement
Voices up in the attic
Figures prowl in the garden
Shadows lurk in the parlor
Awake long after midnight
Objects move in the darkness
Haunted by night wailing
Harassed by something unclean
Do you have a problem
With the warm blooded
Infected by the non dead
It’s an infestation
Of troublesome mortals
Warm and perishable
When you’re no longer flesh and bone
The living still won’t leave you alone
Just because your body’s grown cold
Doesn’t mean they can possess your home
You had hoped for eternal peace
But the living still plague the deceased
House guests awful and ghastly
Breathers hostile and nasty
Creatures loathsome and dreadful
Bleeders selfish and vile
Can you feel the presence
Stirring in the mire
Waiting to expire
Can you feel the bound souls
Swirling in the ether
Growing like a fever
When you’re no longer flesh and bone
The living still won’t leave you alone
Just because your body’s grown cold
Doesn’t mean they can possess your home
You had hoped for eternal peace
But the living still plague the deceased
When you’re no longer flesh and bone
The living still won’t leave you alone
Just because your body’s grown cold
Doesn’t mean they can possess your home
You had hoped for eternal peace
But the living still plague the deceased