I knew that life wouldn’t be the same after that fateful day.
Dreams were crushed and who’s to blame for all my hurt and pain.
Can someone tell me why, why did all of my heroes die?
And now there’s nothing left but this black heart of mine just cheating death.

I know I’ll always get my thrill in that house on haunted hill.
I know that life can be a gas, locked inside that house of wax.
Some people prefer finer things in life.
I’m alright just hanging out with the ghost of Vicent Price.

It’s so strange how my life suddenly went to black and white.
Like a movie on the screen with Vicent Price co-starring me.
It’s such a late late late show and where it ends, nobody knows.
I never question my sanity when the lord of the dead is watching over me.