Alternativ Reality - Dirty Honkers

In a dark House, an old forgotten town

One may hear the most peculiar sound

Up from the cellar with a bum bum bang

A crunk’n crowed starts a rattling chain

Lights are flashing, faces change and you were thinking this is kinda strange

You stumble to leave but fall to the floor, then comes the stone cold echo of

the slammin' door

When you step outside of reality, spook you right out of your skin,

things aren’t quite what they seem

When the clock it strikes past midnight, your bones start to rattle and prance

like you’re stuck in a trance

The night is young, crowd starts to arrive

A tap-dancing skeleton is doing his jive

The headless horseman is serving some punch to the boogie man and his ghouly

bunch

The crowed is swayin' and hop’n’boppin to the hypnotic sound that the DJ be

dropping

You cling to the wall and swallow your scream, is this reality or an awful

dream?

When you step outside of reality, spook you right out of your skin,

things aren’t quite what they seem

When the clock it strikes past midnight, your bones start to rattle and prance

like you’re stuck in a trance