**[INTRO — eerie whisper]** Fall River… House lights flicker… Door locked… nobody home… lizzie borden... Who knows what happened? **[HOOK]** Lizzie Borden in the house, hear the floorboards creak, Cold wind through the hallway, shadows never speak, Forty whacks in the nursery rhyme, legend running deep, Everybody wants the answer— **but the answer never sleeps.** **[VERSE 1]** August heat, 1892, Something in the house ain't feeling right tonight, Mansion looking quiet, but the silence got a sound, Neighbors watching windows while the rumors spread around. Lizzie in the hallway, expression like stone, Questions getting louder while she's standing alone, Fall River whispers, everybody got a theory, Truth hiding somewhere underneath the mystery. Black dress, pale face, candle burning low, Footsteps on the staircase—who was there? Nobody knows, Police at the doorway, detectives taking notes, Everybody looking sideways, trying to find a ghost. **[HOOK]** Lizzie Borden in the house, hear the floorboards creak, Cold wind through the hallway, shadows never speak, Forty whacks in the nursery rhyme, legend running deep, Everybody wants the answer— **but the answer never sleeps.** **[VERSE 2]** Courtroom packed, Fall River watching every move, Evidence on the table, prosecution got something to prove, Lizzie sitting still while the whole town stares, Questions in the courtroom hanging heavy in the air. Acquitted by the jury, walked out through the door, But the mystery followed her forevermore, No confession, no certainty, no final explanation, Just a name immortalized by American fascination. Old house standing silent like it remembers everything, Moonlight through the window, hear the telephone ring, Is it fact? Is it folklore? Where does truth begin? That's the nightmare— **you'll never know who really did it.** **[BRIDGE — whispered]** Lizzie… Lizzie… Who was in the house? Who knows? Who knows? **[FEMALE CHORUS —horror flow]** Lizzie Borden took an ax And gave her mother forty whacks; When she saw what she had done, She gave her father forty-one. **[VERSE 3 — harder flow]** Black boots hit the pavement, town looking tense, Everybody got a theory, nobody got evidence, Headline after headline, rumors multiplying, Mystery got a heartbeat and the old case ain't dying. Forty-two? Nah—forty whacks in the rhyme, Numbers got distorted with the passage of time, But the legend stayed alive, creeping generation to generation, Lizzie Borden became a symbol of suspicion. So when the clock strikes twelve and the street goes still, You might hear those floorboards if the old house will, Don't trust every story that the old books tell— Sometimes the scariest mystery… **is the one with no farewell.** **[OUTRO]** Fall River… 1892… Lights out. Door closed. Case remembered. Lizzie Borden… **Still a mystery.**
