MystyrMystyry
04-26-2011, 08:05 AM
Phantom Icecream Company [established 1949]
Hush of doom descends with the mid-midnight mist
Rambling old bolt bucket from a forgotten age
13 o'clock and all's ill - uh oh it begins to roar
Disrupts without warning as it bursts into rage
Engine rattling windows - clanganging the broken bell
Ring-ringing out to rouse the dead
Household poltergeists excited grow
Sleepers stir in their slumbers - put pillows over their head
Greensleeves twisting from the tinny transistor
Homes and tombstones begin to shake
Icecream and choc sauce in a cone with nuts
Serving at the cemetery - skeletons to wake
It rumbles on around the neighborhood
Parks outside your place as the streetlamps dim
Cutlery and crockery fly around the kitchen
Pots, pans crash - cupboard, fridge, oven doors slam
All your ghosts come out of the woodwork
To grab their unheavenly treats
There'll be sticky froth all over the furniture
When they've finished the dessert feast
You'll try everything to clean it up
But it won't be plasma residue
You'll be hard-pressed to guess exactly what it is
It'll be Phantom Icecream - or at least the goo
Everything else you'll put down to house settling
Vaguely remember those bumps you feel nightly
Never to realise what you think you hear
Is caused by a friendly visit from Mr Frightly
.
Hush of doom descends with the mid-midnight mist
Rambling old bolt bucket from a forgotten age
13 o'clock and all's ill - uh oh it begins to roar
Disrupts without warning as it bursts into rage
Engine rattling windows - clanganging the broken bell
Ring-ringing out to rouse the dead
Household poltergeists excited grow
Sleepers stir in their slumbers - put pillows over their head
Greensleeves twisting from the tinny transistor
Homes and tombstones begin to shake
Icecream and choc sauce in a cone with nuts
Serving at the cemetery - skeletons to wake
It rumbles on around the neighborhood
Parks outside your place as the streetlamps dim
Cutlery and crockery fly around the kitchen
Pots, pans crash - cupboard, fridge, oven doors slam
All your ghosts come out of the woodwork
To grab their unheavenly treats
There'll be sticky froth all over the furniture
When they've finished the dessert feast
You'll try everything to clean it up
But it won't be plasma residue
You'll be hard-pressed to guess exactly what it is
It'll be Phantom Icecream - or at least the goo
Everything else you'll put down to house settling
Vaguely remember those bumps you feel nightly
Never to realise what you think you hear
Is caused by a friendly visit from Mr Frightly
.