Music Box House
(To the tune of the Music Box House)
Turning up the music real loud seems to keep the monsters down
Music so high we can't hear them, music so loud that they drown
Playing our music-box music keeps the undead things away
No more strange ReDeads and no more rank Gibdos and no hooded Garos today
It is high time that we celebrate at last
No more dead things that came marching from the past
Finally the Poes are off our backs at last
Perhaps for once we can sit back and relax
No need to be wary now time to be lax
Thanks to that kid who turned your curse to a mask
Now we can be together again, father and child
