Tanglewood Drive

He might've been a soldier
From World War II
Murdered his wife
At the age of twenty two
Now she walks through the fields
Like the Elephant Man
Never aging fast
Like a game of Kick-the-Can
She's the White Lady
Of Tanglewood Drive
She's a fright, baby
Better run for your life
See her glaring
In the misty air
Dragging a sack
With the worms in her hair
Call out her name
From your rusted heap
It's sets off the curse
You'll be lying six feet deep
She's the White lady
Of Tanglewood Drive
She's a fright, baby
Better run for your life
Is that a wedding dress?
Or a funeral shroud?
A bloody kiss
Or a tinge of doubt
We all go alone
Into the big black sleep
If you need a companion
She's all you need
Remember her name
And say it once or twice
The third time will curse you
As you fall through the ice
She's the White Lady
Of Tanglewood Drive
She's a fright, baby
Better run for your life
She's the White Lady
Of Tanglewood Drive
In the night, baby
Better run for your life