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