You knock on my door with that grin Like bad luck pays rent in your skin The porch light laughs with a busted eye And the dog in the hall won't lie I got skulls on the shelf, dust in the grin A welcome mat that says “come in” Your little brave face, your paper crown Walk one more step, and you go down Hear that creak in the floorboards talk Hear those nails in the wall go knock You came for a thrill, now you get the show Buddy, this house got teeth below Enter at your own risk Enter at your own risk Oh, what a pretty mistake Oh, what a pretty mistake Enter at your own risk Enter at your own risk The kitchen clock died years ago Still points at the stain below There’s a laugh in the vent, thin and mean Like a B-movie dream gone green I got a lamp made of moth wings and glue A grin in the mirror staring through You said “ain’t nothing here” with a shrug and a twitch Now your shadow's learning how to twitch Hear that hum from the basement door That’s where the last ones begged for more You came too close, now you know my lore One more step and I need one more Enter at your own risk Enter at your own risk Oh, what a pretty mistake Oh, what a pretty mistake Enter at your own risk Enter at your own risk Half-time march, boots in the muck Who’s got the nerve? You’re out of luck I said “back up,” but you leaned in near Now the whole damn room smells fear Enter at your own risk Enter at your own risk Oh, what a pretty mistake Oh, what a pretty mistake Enter at your own risk Enter at your own risk
