Your house needs a man's hand Your house needs a man's hand Wait and see it falls apart before this Christmas eve If you don't let this man in
You don't want to live here I know you can't sleep here So don't let this man get tired way before his time Be good and let him come in
The pictures of you turned to ghosts And roam your empty house Each moment that you're alone You hear them creep around You know they don't need your flesh They're here for the memories of yours The pictures of you turned to ghosts And roam your empty house This haunted house