Echoes knocking on locked doors, all the laughter from before,

I'd rather live out on the street, than in this haunted memory.

I've called the movers, called the maids, we'll try to exorcise this place,

drag my mattress to the yard, crumble tumble house of cards.

This used to be a funhouse, but now it's full of evil clowns.

It's time to start the countdown, I'm gonna burn it down down down.

I'm gonna burn it down...

9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1 FUN!