There is a house in town you should not go inside
Step one foot in the door you won't come out alive
The owner died there in grief and misery
His ghostly reflection in the mirror you will see
Twice Dead
The walls bleeding red
Twice Dead
Beware where you tread
Your gang of squatting punks won't survive through the night
Electrocuted in the bed while fucking in delight
Head crushed in the dumb waiter, a peril to your health
Killed by your motorcycle when it starts up by itself
The spirit is restless
You hear the ghostly call
Whispers of vengeance
From these cursed walls
Dancing in the dark
Future uncertain
Shotgun in your mouth
The final curtain
The prophecy of history repeating
The chance of your survival now is fleeting
Or you may end up Twice Dead