The Haunted House Is Crumbling
The haunted house is crumbling
The haunted house is crumbling
The gates lay on the floor
The windows are all broken
And the paint peels off the door
The walls are full of cracks and holes
And tiles fall from the roof
The haunted house is crumbling
But the ghost will still not move
The floorboards are all bent and smashed
The ceiling is falling down
Cupboards that once hung on walls
Are scattered all around
The kitchen sink is now destroyed
And the porch is covered with weeds
The haunted house is crumbling
But the ghost will still not leave
The garden shed it is no more
The cellar’s seen better days
It’s so hard to breath down there
That the rats have run away
Through this hollow shell of a house
The cold wind eerily blows
But the ghost is staying here
Cos It’s the only place he knows
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