Maintenance Man Of The Haunted House

Maintenance Man Of The Haunted House Lyrics

All day working
Trying is tiring
That means nothing
To the ceiling,
Foundation and wiring

Born on a whim
Whatever happened?
Streets signs confuse
But that's by design

From the windows
At the point of intrusion

It can make a real difference
If his head comes out
In the right direction
In the middle of the intersection

And then he goes back in
Bleeding
To where he began
Reading

It's his job description