Cold salt in the air By the river road Brown shingled siding Peeling Old faded and worn Family photos Crooked on the wall TV humming softly A typical evening on this Amity night Five beds made School shoes by the door Kitchen table crowded From dinner before Nothing ever moves here Except the creepy night tide Till one long night Someone walked inside Shotgun by his sid It’s not a ghost It’s a shotgun in the dark Six soft breaths Cut out Nothing but a dead mark Stop calling it a story Like an old wise tale It’s blood on the hands And a family name Amityville blood red rain Not haunted Just human lives slain from a man insane And that’s the real pain Screens stay open Though the wind blows hard Dog starts barking Out in the yard Father in his work shirt Mother half asleep Oldest son drinking Way Far in too deep Headshots while they sleep Cowardly can't face reality Slamming down a hall Neighbors dont know or care They didn’t hear at all Kids in their bloody pajamas Faces to the sheet Soaked in blood Riddled in shame Dinner in the sink But blood on your hands It’s not a ghost It’s a shot gun in the night Six soft breaths Lost their lives No remark Stop calling it a ghost story Like a really a reality It’s blood on the stairs And a family name Defeo Amityville long island Blood red rain Not haunted Just human lived slain And that’s the real pain The Defeo name defamed [Bridge] You sell the movies You sell false fear You skip the names That were living here Turn screams to thrill In a printed font or movie screens But the worst thing made Is the thing we want lets the lies die instead we get sequels more plagerized then last It’s not a ghost It’s a gun in the dark Six soft breaths Cut out No remark Stop calling it a story Like a campfire game It’s blood on the stairs And a family name Amityville November rain Not haunted Just human Say the truth plain
