[Intro: Turnabout]

(Hauntaholics, laughing all the way to hell)

Haunted Mound (Gonerville)

I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren

Yeah, Turnabout on Cutter Lane

Hauntaholics

Real Haunted Mound

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Turnabout

[Chorus: Turnabout]

I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren

We got them guns up, the souls will follow us

I got my brethren, the trees rise up

Buck on Adderall, we light them coffins up

I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren

We got thеm guns up, the souls will follow us

I got my brethren, thе trees rise up

We all die afterall, burn down, no alcohol

[Verse 1: Turnabout]

Haunted Mound we never playin', Hackle gon' beam ya now

Butcher House, we stay around, The Town That Dreaded Sundown

If you die right now, might as well be with me

My reaper flaring up, my temper burns

My eyes is all you gonna see

Come up 'round Cutter Lane, this gone be your last today

When blood's up on the ground and bones are broken, sky is turning grey

Swerve up with my brethren, have the day that you deserve

Imminent demise department

Send you to the barn, go burn

(Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics)

[Verse 2: Buckshot]

Sharpening my shoulder blades and carve them into angel wings

Diamonds pierce the skin, match the rhinestone on my Robin jeans

When the velvet curtain falls, sisters, brethren, gang with me

On the Haunted Mound, bonfire burn the brightest flame

In the deepest night or in the broadest day

Fuckboy, you already know, you gon' lose your life today

No grace, I'ma steal the flowers straight up off your grave

I been in the attic for a while, clawing off my face

[Chorus: Turnabout]

I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren

We got them guns up, the souls will follow us

I got my brethren, the trees rise up

Buck on Adderall, we light them coffins up

I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren

We got them guns up, the souls will follow us

I got my brethren, the trees rise up

We all die afterall, burn down, no alcohol

[Verse 3: Sematary]

Gasoline, no alcohol, huffin' dust, no aerosol

Slugger bat, no baseball, drag racin' the devil

When I feel so down low, I’ll set fire to ya soul

Hundred thousand coffin nails, bitch, we all die after all

Ghost ridin' state line

With my brethren 'till I die

Arson time, nighty night

Haunted Mound 'till I die

[Chorus: Turnabout]

I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren

We got them guns up, the souls will follow us

I got my brethren, the trees rise up

We all die afterall, burn down, no alcohol