KING OF POP

There’s a ghost down in the hall
There’s a ghoul upon the bed
There’s something in the walls
There’s blood up on the stairs
And it’s floating through the room
And there’s nothing I can see
And I know this blessed tune
Because now it’s hunting me

I don’t understand it, hey
I don’t understand it, ow

There’s a thumping in the floor
There’s a creak behind the door
There’s a rocking in the chair
But there’s no one sitting there
There’s a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul spoken

I don’t understand it, hey
(Got a ghosts gotta break...