if you ever has visted his home
you know what I’m talking ’bout …

if not
you’ll have to listen now

the mansion looks like
an old cursed house
in the middle of nowhere

and of course
this small house is cursed

no blooming flowers
no sunshine never

and the bad old clown
still living longer
than anyone could know

inside the mansion
uncountable rooms
each a history
stranger nothing could be

you’ll be lost
if you ever
blink with your eyes
nothing will be the same
if you’ll do it
changing scenes by every blink

the mansion is the home of the clown
the home is the seed of evil
and the wrath of the devil

don’t forget this