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There's a place called the Black House It's a place I go when my spirits are low I can taste in the Black House Forbidden fruit though it's evil I know All the people in the Black House I can see it in their eyes, there's no need to disguise My thirst in the Black House This whiskey is real and it makes me feel Like heaven in the Black House All the women are angels, all the guys are swell And the music in the Black House Oh it soothes my soul like a harp from hell The boss of the Black House He's a tall skinny guy in a long black cape And he smiles on the Black House With the skeletal grin of his white skull face Raise my glass in the Black House You can tell me that it's wrong Too much whiskey, too much song Kiss my ass, I'm in the Black House This is where I belong Give me whiskey, give me whiskey All night long From Letras Mania