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