The Backyard Of My Life
House Of The Rising Dead
Lightning strikes the rooftop of the house of the rising dead
Shaking all the skeletons zapping the zombies instead
Whilst witches waiting patiently practice casting spells
Pouring perfect potions in the cauldron at the coven
Where Dracula dwells
Thunder shakes the ground of the house of the rising dead
Goosebumps ghosts and ghouls and a picture of a horses head
Frankenstein frustrated forces
The dark lord to drink blood at the bar
With the pumpkin faces and an eye ball in a jar
Wind rattles the walls of the house of the rising dead
Hells hounds are hungry waiting to be fed
Special secret Spirits are conjured from beyond
The oracle has spoken waving her wand
Stepping into the shadows when midnight tolls
Hiding from the gargoyles and the terrible trolls
Rain fills the gutter at the house of the rising dead
The butchered maids lip stick is a ruby red
She was cooking for a crocodile
While lizards leap like they can fly
When Werewolfs witness the full moon in the sky
Darkness falls on the house of the rising dead
Dr jekyll and mr hyde are going back to bed
The one eyed undertaker wipes clean a gravestone
Then he tries too talk to death on the telephone
But no one heard a word he said
Down at the house of the rising dead
by Keith Hagger
Shaking all the skeletons zapping the zombies instead
Whilst witches waiting patiently practice casting spells
Pouring perfect potions in the cauldron at the coven
Where Dracula dwells
Thunder shakes the ground of the house of the rising dead
Goosebumps ghosts and ghouls and a picture of a horses head
Frankenstein frustrated forces
The dark lord to drink blood at the bar
With the pumpkin faces and an eye ball in a jar
Wind rattles the walls of the house of the rising dead
Hells hounds are hungry waiting to be fed
Special secret Spirits are conjured from beyond
The oracle has spoken waving her wand
Stepping into the shadows when midnight tolls
Hiding from the gargoyles and the terrible trolls
Rain fills the gutter at the house of the rising dead
The butchered maids lip stick is a ruby red
She was cooking for a crocodile
While lizards leap like they can fly
When Werewolfs witness the full moon in the sky
Darkness falls on the house of the rising dead
Dr jekyll and mr hyde are going back to bed
The one eyed undertaker wipes clean a gravestone
Then he tries too talk to death on the telephone
But no one heard a word he said
Down at the house of the rising dead
by Keith Hagger
