Текст песни They Might Be Giants - Edison Museum
They Might Be Giants - Edison Museum слова песни
The edison museum, not open to the publicIts haunted towers rise into the clouds aboveFolks drive in from out of townTo gaze in amazement when they see itJust outside the gate I look into the courtyardUnderneath the gathering thunderstormThrough the iron bars, I see the black mariaRevolving slowly in its platformIn the topmost tower, the lights burn dimA coiling filament glowing withinThe edison museum, once a bustling factoryToday is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industryThe tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in new jerseyBehind a wooden door, the voice of thomas alvaRecites a poem on a phonographGhosts float up the stairs, like silent moving picturesThe loyal phantoms of his in house staffA wondrous place it is, there can be no doubtBut no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes outThe edison museum, not open to the publicIts haunted towers rise into the clouds above itThe oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in new jersey