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 boogie man Shadows on the wall Voices in the hall, oh, yeah There's more than just a mouse In the Zavelow House Zavelow, Zavelow, Zavelow, yo I could look inside the window If I jumped upon my trampoline Could've sworn I saw Hannibal Lichter 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 Could've got an up close look At the boogie man Yeah, shadows on the wall Voices in the hall, oh, yeah There's more than just a mouse In the Zavelow House Oh, Zavelow, woah But with a pretty girl To hold my hand Could've got an up close look At the boogie man Yeah, shadows on the wall Voices in the hall, oh, yeah There's more than just a mouse In the Zavelow House Yeah, shadows on the wall Voices in the hall, oh, yeah There's more than just a mouse In the Zavelow House (Zavelow, Zavelow, Zavelow) Oh, the Zavelow House