Luke Crain Sings A Song (Haunting of Hill House Parody)

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I LOVE this series and would like to make a song for each family member, I do already have a song for Nell and the house written but can only do all of them if they do well really.

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Here's the lyrics -

Luke Crain



Shooting up, to run from stuff,
What happened at the house I never made up,
But my family look at me like imma fuck up,
But this brown in my veins makes me feel better,


Shooting up, the hard stuff,
It’s a little escape from what I suffered,
There’s nothing from me that I can offer,
So why’s he still follow me in the bowler,




They never listened,
Thought I was living in a fictional world,
That day in the kitchen,
The proof was in the fricking ripping clothes,
Even asked permission,
But they didn’t believe that there was a little girl,
Can she please stay with us?
You’ll see I’m not making it up,



Mommy or daddy is that you walking right?
There’s someone in the house with extraordinary height,
He floats from room to room checking something at night,
He’s looking for his bowler hat I took it tonight,



Shooting up, to run from stuff,
What happened at the house I never made up,
But my family look at me like imma fuck up,
But this brown in my veins makes me feel better,


Shooting up, the hard stuff,
It’s a little escape from what I suffered,
There’s nothing from me that I can offer,
So why’s he still follow me in the bowler,



It’s my addiction,
I can’t remember clean living no,
Spurred on by the missing,
My mother I love her where did she go,
New intuition,
Am I tripping or is sis in trouble,
It is a twin thing,
Why is nelly swinging?



Steven it wasn't suicide no way,
That house it did something to her trust me okay,
There’s no point in telling you no one believes me,
So I’ll head alone to hill house and end it with flames,



Shooting up, to run from stuff,
What happened at the house I never made up,
But my family look at me like imma fuck up,
But this brown in my veins makes me feel better,


Shooting up, the hard stuff,
It’s a little escape from what I suffered,
There’s nothing from me that I can offer,
So why’s he still follow me in the bowler,