Red are the walls
Black are the floors
Hard to fathom at all
What lies behind its door

Betrayal in the dining room
Lust in the sheets
Murders in the basement
Where secrets lie beneath

Liars are its inhabitants
Killers its guests
Dead bodies in the front yard
As a warning to the rest

A place of unsuspected terror
Where maniacs play their games
Where God made an error
In the house of wicked shame

And to think I once lived there
I guess that explains a lot
I might say I don't care
But it still haunts my thoughts