There's a house down on the corner   That we always used to talk about   Never had the guts to go inside   Not even on a dare      Boarded up and creepy   Scary eyes looked out upon a sleepy town   Fascination kept us guessin'   Why the sign read to beware?      We always knew just   What would hit the fan   If we got an up close look   At the boogie man      Shadows on the wall   Voices in the hall, oh, yeah   There's more than just a mouse   In the Zavelow House   Zavelow, Zavelow, Zavelow, yo      I could look inside the window   If I jumped upon my trampoline   Could've sworn I saw Hannibal Lichter   With a hatchet and a head      Not the kind of place you'd see   In Better Homes and Gardens magazine   Unless they did an expose   On the night of the living dead      But with a pretty girl   To hold my hand   Could've got an up close look   At the boogie man      Yeah, shadows on the wall   Voices in the hall, oh, yeah   There's more than just a mouse   In the Zavelow House   Oh, Zavelow, woah      But with a pretty girl   To hold my hand   Could've got an up close look   At the boogie man      Yeah, shadows on the wall   Voices in the hall, oh, yeah   There's more than just a mouse   In the Zavelow House      Yeah, shadows on the wall   Voices in the hall, oh, yeah   There's more than just a mouse   In the Zavelow House   (Zavelow, Zavelow, Zavelow)   Oh, the Zavelow House