Welcome To Leisure Land
A forsaken theme park, once a magic place
It’s hay day in the sixties, quaint and pretty
To go there now you won’t find a friendly face
Strange outcasts on the outskirts of the city
Rumor's fly with grave warnings of fallen grace
Chase you with a smile, sinister and gritty
Guarded with a shotgun, and it’s oh so grand
Doors locked, eyes open. Welcome to Leisure Land!
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