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
