Zavelow House

There's a house down on the corner

That we always used to talk about

Never had the guts to go inside

Not even on a dare

Boarded up and creepy

Scary eyes looked out upon a sleepy town

Fascination kept us guessin'

Why the sign read to Beware

We always knew just what would hit the fan

If we got an up-close look at the boogieman

Shadows on the wall

Voices in the hall

There's more than just a mouse

In the Zavelow house

I could look inside the window

If I jumped upon my trampoline

Coulda sworn I saw Hannibal Lechter

With a hatchet and a head

Not the kind of place

You'd see in Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Unless they did an expose

On the night of the living dead

But with a pretty girl to hold my hand

Coulda got an up-close look at the boogieman