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