Welcome foolish mortals to the haunted mansion
Now everybody gather round, crowded in and abandoned
Any hope for your survival, your smiles on arrival
Quickly turn to terror once you learn this destination's final
These marble busts, they follow us like screaming behind the bending doors
Luigi's mansion's half as horrifying as what lies in store
Floating candles down the hallway, never-ending, losing hope
I feel the walls close in upon my dome, no joke, a hatbox ghost
No windows, no doors, no doubt
Don't shout, there's only one way out
There is no turning back, no key and no latch
The only way to escape is through one unspeakable act
No windows, no doors, no doubt
Don't shout, there's only one way out
There is no turning back, no key and no latch
The only way to escape is through one unspeakable act
First the nervous laughter as the horrors start unfolding
Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding
As your sense in the room is stretching, you finally get it
The only way out's a less than conventional exit
This endless chase could then erase me, Schaffer please defenestrate me
Basement feels like John Wayne Gacy's, cold embrace like Patrick Swayze
Making pottery for Emily, unopened wedding gifts
Like Sartre said the onus shifts when no exits open quick
No windows, no doors, no doubt
Don't shout, there's only one way out
There is no turning back, no key and no latch
The only way to escape is through one unspeakable act
No windows, no doors, no doubt
Don't shout, there's only one way out
There is no turning back, no key and no latch
The only way to escape is through one unspeakable act
And they say that ghost of Madame Leota
Still haunts the mansion to this very day
And if you listen closely you might hear it talking about
Dalmatians? What the? Is this the right play Schaffer?
Hanging from the ceiling, that's how Gracey's been feeling
We'll find a way out I'm hoping for sure
Hanging from the ceiling, that's how Gracey's been feeling
We'll find a way out I'm hoping for sure
