The Haunting

Tonight she'll be Kandi
It's so lewd
With a "K" and an "I"
She's always all
Pickled in brandy
Tonight she's a girl
But sometimes she's a guy

She's whoever might tickle her fancy
And she can't keep a lesbian around
And she can't keep a man
'Cause she can't keep her hands
Off the useless excuses
For ghouls in this town

Sundown in these rundown lounges
Honey, only the dead come alive
Sundown in these rundown lounges
Honey, only the ghosts survive

Tonight she's a dancer
She don't mind being naked at all
She's in love with the night
And the pulsating lights
She's in love with herself
She's in love with applause

Or she might be a jet-set call girl
With a phantom elite clientele, now
They keep her in diamonds
They all keep her in pearls
They all keep her in irons
In abandoned motels

Sundown in these rundown lounges
Honey, only the dead come alive
Sundown in these rundown lounges
Honey, only the ghosts survive

Only the ghosts survive
Only the dead come alive
Only the poltergeists
And unwanted souls arise
For the haunting
Ah, oh, na, na, na, na, na
Ow, na, na, na, na, na

Well, tonight she's a webcam porn star
In a trailer just off of the base
She's all drunken and painted
She's all sunken and scarred
But she can knock that little
Shit-eating grin off your face

She's always off wandering twilight
Lost between the daylight and dark
You can see through her lies
And all those gaudy disguises
You can see through her eyes
Out the back of her heart

Sundown in these rundown lounges
Honey, only the dead come alive
Twilight in these all-night dives
And Kandi, only the unwanted souls arise

Only the ghosts survive
Only the dead come alive
Only the poltergeists
And unwanted souls arise
For the haunting
The haunting
Who-ooo



Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Holmes
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