The company you keep, is giving me the creeps
Not just sort of, but really for sure
There's black clouds floatin', and black cats mopin'
All around your garden door
A vibe that you can taste, with attitude and waste
The company, that you been keeping...
There's vines that bind you down, the baying of old hounds
It's really got me feeling rather creepy
There's king snakes a crawlin', an eyeballs a rollin'
Bats and owls, dead on your floor
Bad spells a cookin', and bad things a lookin'
In your windows, and I can't tell for sure
Not just sort of, but really for sure
There's black clouds floatin', and black cats mopin'
All around your garden door
A vibe that you can taste, with attitude and waste
The company, that you been keeping...
There's vines that bind you down, the baying of old hounds
It's really got me feeling rather creepy
There's king snakes a crawlin', an eyeballs a rollin'
Bats and owls, dead on your floor
Bad spells a cookin', and bad things a lookin'
In your windows, and I can't tell for sure