Funhouse!

I dance around this empty house. Tear us down, throw you out. Screaming down the halls, spinning all around and now we fall. 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 our funhouse, but now is full of evil clowns. It's time to start the countdown, I'm gonna burn it down, down, down. I'm gonna burn it down. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,1. FUN!


Echoes knocking on locked doors, all the laughter from before. I'd rather live out on the street, then in this haunted memory. I've called the movers, called the maids. We'll try to exorcise this place, drag my mattress to the nard. Crumble, tumble house of cards.


I'm crowling through the doggy door. My key don't fit my lock no more. I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates, I'll find a new place. Burn this fucker down.


This used to be our funhouse, but now is full of evil clowns. It's time to start the countdown, I'm gonna burn it down, down, down. I'm gonna burn it down. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,1. FUN!