Every door squeaks & beneath my feet the steps I take always seem to resonate.
Spiders crawl at night & all the wood speaks like failing bones on the brink of defeat.
Shingles fall & all the paint is caked & cracked. You're missing out if you think this is where it's at.
Water screams through the rusty jagged pipes but this old house keeps us from the cold of night.
So I have, whoa-o whoa-ohh, so I have, whoa-o-whoa-ohh.
Just one request of this old house.
Just one request of this old house.
Just one request of this old house.
Just one request of this old house.
Please allow me to do what I do & maybe someday I can follow the rules.
Cause when it's all over I don't wanna be another fish washed up upon the sea.
So I have, whoa-o whoa-ohh, so I have, whoa-o-whoa-ohh.
Just one request of this old house.
Just one request of this old house.
Just one request of this old house.
Just one request of this old house.
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