That house is haunted.
That house is (not) haunted I am haunted.
I am haunted everytime we drive by that house
And I have to hear the story.
The woman was burned alive
Who was a member of the volunteer fire company
And had no smoke detectors.
I am haunted by this story because
I feel this pit smaller than a cherry sitting in my gut
And it whispers to me You are missing a smoke detector and everyone will say
where am I missing a smoke detector?
But she was (This) or (That)
what if I don’t hear the sirens telling me to get the fuck out?
And how could she, knowing all that she knew about (This) or (That),
Get burned alive by it?