Black House -

There’s a place, called the Black House

It’s a place I go when my spirits are low

I can taste, in the Black House

Forbidden fruit though it’s evil I know

All the people, in the Black House

I can see it in their eyes there’s no need to disguise

My thirst, in the Black House

This whiskey is real and it makes me feel

Like heaven, in the Black House

All the women are angels all the guys are swell

And the music, in the Black House

Oh it soothes my soul like a harp from hell

The boss, of the Black House

He’s a tall skinny guy in a long black cape

And he smiles, on the Black House

With the skeletal grin of his white skull face

Raise my glass, in the Black House

You can tell me that it’s wrong

Too much whiskey too much song

Kick my ass, I’m in the Black House

This is where I belong

Give me whiskey give me whiskey all night long