Keep building your house, Mrs. Winchester
A place for my brothers to rest
For they fell one and all with the mark of your name
On the bullets that tore through their flesh
Mmmm
A place for my brothers to rest
For they fell one and all with the mark of your name
On the bullets that tore through their flesh
Mmmm
Oh, and sleep in a new room each evening
You were wise not to stay in the best
For my brothers, they walk through the hallways each evening
Should they find you, they'll keep you from rest.
Mmmm.
Does the sound of the work on the East Wing
Help distract you from your guilty fear?
As it stops in the evening, do you find it's replaced by
The sound of the gunshots that ring in our ears
Ring in our ears
Mmmm
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