Spiderbite


Auntie Lynn's the strangest girl you'd ever meet
She lives in a house upon the hill at the end of Maple Street
Behind her walls, beneath the layers of webs and paint
The remains of 13 lovers twitch when the hour's getting late...

And in the house upon the hill
The headless corpses are laughing still,
And when the chill stabs at yer back
And all the candles have burnt to black...

She keeps her mirrors hidden, she's locked them all away
You'd catch a glimpse of restless souls who'd love to play
They'd take you by the hand and lead you to a place where
They'd suck yer brains out with a straw, pull the eyeballs from yer face...

And in the house upon the hill
The headless corpses are laughing still,
And when the chill stabs at yer back
And all the candles have burnt to black...



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