Corona

Corona

Covered in vines

Just like the door

On this hut of death

So much fog here

I think I lost it

Try and find it

Hold your breath

Walking on stilts

In a sackcloth

I remember that

Big funhouse slide

The big fish beast

And the captain siren

They all seek advice

One eye on the oven

21 ^st century hag

Must be worse off than

Drunk and jetlagged

Rag-doll, cheap tag

And the seven dwarfs

Have a ringleader

It gave moral faces

To forces of nature

Fulfill your future sins

Reading of gods and myths

Tell me what came first

The green or the jealousy

Corona, corona

Covered in vines

Just like the door

On this hut of death