That costume doesn't help matters much!
Poor thing thought she was cute!
Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle, now a rash
This used to be a Funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down
Echoes knocking on locked doorsWhat do I do, y'all???
All the laughter from before
I'd rather live out on the street
Than in this haunted memory
I've called the movers, called the maids
We'll try to exorcise this place
Drag my mattress to the yard
Crumble, tumble house of cards
I'm crawling through the doggy doorCAN I even win?
My key don't fit my life no more
I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates
I'll find a new place, burn this fucker down