[Intro: Turnabout]
(Hauntaholics, laughing all the way to hell)
Haunted Mound (Gonerville)
I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren
Yeah, Turnabout on Cutter Lane
Hauntaholics
Real Haunted Mound
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turnabout

[Chorus: Turnabout]
I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren
We got them guns up, the souls will follow us
I got my brethren, the trees rise up
Buck on Adderall, we light them coffins up
I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren
We got thеm guns up, the souls will follow us
I got my brethren, thе trees rise up
We all die afterall, burn down, no alcohol

[Verse 1: Turnabout]
Haunted Mound we never playin', Hackle gon' beam ya now
Butcher House, we stay around, The Town That Dreaded Sundown
If you die right now, might as well be with me
My reaper flaring up, my temper burns
My eyes is all you gonna see
Come up 'round Cutter Lane, this gone be your last today
When blood's up on the ground and bones are broken, sky is turning grey
Swerve up with my brethren, have the day that you deserve
Imminent demise department
Send you to the barn, go burn
(Ha-Ha-Hauntaholics)
[Verse 2: Buckshot]
Sharpening my shoulder blades and carve them into angel wings
Diamonds pierce the skin, match the rhinestone on my Robin jeans
When the velvet curtain falls, sisters, brethren, gang with me
On the Haunted Mound, bonfire burn the brightest flame
In the deepest night or in the broadest day
Fuckboy, you already know, you gon' lose your life today
No grace, I'ma steal the flowers straight up off your grave
I been in the attic for a while, clawing off my face

[Chorus: Turnabout]
I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren
We got them guns up, the souls will follow us
I got my brethren, the trees rise up
Buck on Adderall, we light them coffins up
I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren
We got them guns up, the souls will follow us
I got my brethren, the trees rise up
We all die afterall, burn down, no alcohol

[Verse 3: Sematary]
Gasoline, no alcohol, huffin' dust, no aerosol
Slugger bat, no baseball, drag racin' the devil
When I feel so down low, I’ll set fire to ya soul
Hundred thousand coffin nails, bitch, we all die after all
Ghost ridin' state line
With my brethren 'till I die
Arson time, nighty night
Haunted Mound 'till I die
[Chorus: Turnabout]
I came with my brethren, just me and my brethren
We got them guns up, the souls will follow us
I got my brethren, the trees rise up
We all die afterall, burn down, no alcohol