Haunted Houses Are For Losers

Is that all you have left
Black magic and angel dust
I’ll go to the bank in the morning
Hundred dollar bills for baby’s nose

Go back to where it’s cold
Your hands aren’t mine to hold
Ecstasy, molly, fucking, it’s hard
I am alone

I have lost
All of my mind
I don’t know, ufo
That’s just, the abstract
I’ll write you a report
Let’s get our wits about us

So i was flying through space straight through to the moon and there’s a haunted house in the spacecraft and a ghost said boo