I knew that life wouldn´t be the same after that fateful day
Dreams were crushed and who´s to blame, for all my hurt and pain
Can someone tell me why, why did all my heros die?
And now there´s nothing left, but this black heart of mine just cheating death

I know I´ll always get my thrill, in that house on haunted hill
I know that life can be a gas, locked inside that house of wax

Some people prefer the finer things in life
I´m alright, just hanging out with the ghost of Vincent Price

It´s so strange how my life suddenly went black and white
Like a movie on the screen with Vincent Price co-staring me
It´s such a late, late, late show, and when it ends nobody knows
I never question my sanity when
The Lord of the Dead is watching over me