[Fade In] [Spoken] Metal Media [Pause] [Intro] Spud in the cellar, crown made of mold Under the floorboards, the story gets told The witch is gone, but the candles still lean Black lace curtains, and a sick green sheen He drags in a crate with a rusted old sign “Dance if you dare, and step out of line” He taps the walls, and the shadows obey One wrong move, and your name fades away (Heh-heh-heee) [Instrumental Drop] [Verse 1] Spud lives in the witch house Under the leaky black roof Her candle smoke is gone now But he keeps the old proof He drags in bass by the bucket He layers the floor in bone Everyone at the doorway Feels that chill in the throat [Pre-Chorus] Come on in, take a spin Sign your name Hear the groan If the moon looks sideways That is not your fault [Spoken] Hear the chain rattle Metal Media wants a room full Of beautiful static He lifts up his roots And the smoke starts to curl If you cross that ring You might lose your world [Chorus] Metal Media -- Witch House Spud Now the whole room shakes Metal Media -- Witch House Spud And the dark magic wakes up in bass Metal Media -- Witch House Spud Better keep it tight Metal Media -- Witch House Spud Leave your luck outside [Post-Chorus] He weaves the static With a fork and a grin Then the candles all snuff out And the next fools wander in [Instrumental Drop] [Verse 2] The DJ booth is a coffin of chrome Bass in the bone and the room feels home Wheels of the night with a dead-end spark Everybody glows in the shape of the dark [Bridge] The bass hits hard in a basement crawl Kids in black with their hands up high He marks a wrist with a candle stain Says, "One more spin, then say goodbye" Couple laugh and a chain goes slack Someone screams through the bass drum wave He taps his roots on a silver spoon And seals their names in the smoke he made [Pre-Chorus] Come on in, take a spin Sign your name Hear the groan If the moon looks sideways That is not your fault [Spoken] Hear the chain rattle Metal Media wants a room full Of beautiful static He lifts up his roots And the smoke starts to curl If you cross that ring You might lose your world [Chorus] Metal Media -- Witch House Spud Now the whole room shakes Metal Media -- Witch House Spud And the dark magic wakes up in bass Metal Media -- Witch House Spud Better keep it tight Metal Media -- Witch House Spud Leave your luck outside [Post-Chorus] He weaves the static With a fork and a grin Then the candles all snuff out And the next fools wander in [Instrumental Drop] [Verse 3] Hear the floorboards groan Hear the bassline crawl Spud says, "Step inside" Then the shadows fall The witch is gone But her cape still swings In the smoke-thick hall Where the bad bell rings Spud rolls down In a puddle of ink Says, "I learned her art Now watch the ceiling blink" [Verse 4] He sells bone bracelets Made from old broom handle chips Tells the crowd, "That one squeaks If you lie through pretty lips" A rapper tried to flex there Spud just blinked and shook the room Now the poor guy's only talent Is howling at a moonlit broom A goth kid asked for "blessings" Spud gave fog and onion eyes Now she levitates two inches And she calls that exercise [Instrumental Interlude] [Outro] The witch left a note in the plaster dust “Keep the fire fed, and the wickedness trust” Spud read it once, then he smiled too wide Now Metal Media runs the night with a graveyard stride So if you hear that chant through the broken hall Don’t answer back when the dark things call He’ll mark your wrist with a powdery sign And send you home in another time [Fade Out]
