So, have you heard of the house on the hill
I hear it's haunted, and crawling with all types of evil
But I am not afraid of any legends or lores
And I want answers to what might be behind all these doors
Knocking and waiting for some sort of reply
It seems there's nobody in here, and I want to know why
I can feel a shiver crawling way up my spine
But I know there's something that's waiting at the end of the line
Another door, another question
I'm going 'round in circles, wond'ring when I'll reach the end
I'm losing the sense of where I am
The hallways got longer and all the walls have turned red
Are there paints?-- There are paints.
Are there brushes?--There are brushes.
Are there backpacks?--There are backpacks.
Are there hats?--There are hats.
Are there swimsuits?--There are swimsuits.