You don't want to haunt my house.
You wouldn't stand a chance against
the ghosts who plague it now.
You're no match for the specters beneath the bed.
You can't hold a candle to the monsters in my head.
You don't want to haunt my house.

There are noises in the attic,
the sounds could make you sick.
There are shadows in the basement,
a deeper black than midnight darkness.
No, you don't want to haunt my house.

There's a violence and an anger
should you become a danger,
see the ghosts across my threshold
don't take well to strangers.

You don't want to haunt my house.
You wouldn't stand a change against
the devils who dwell there now.
All day they dream up ways
to mess things up and misbehave.
You wouldn't have the kind of spine
it would take to make them change.

You don't want to haunt my house.

I've got more skeletons than clothes
taking up the spaces in the closets
and the more you try to make them honest,
the farther they get out.

Please.

You don't want to haunt my house.