Caretaker At The Waxworks

A thousand eyes are watching me

Strange thing is none can see

The silence is spooky the eyes awake

They follow me round make no mistake.

Some are dead some are alive

Some are past some still survive

None of them speak they are just clones

Down at the waxworks you're never alone.

I make my way down to the chamber of horror

I clean this bit fast like there is no tomorrow

With Crippen and Dahmer ahead down the aisle

I think that my lunch can wait awhile.

Surrounded alone with evil killers

Manson, Christie and Jack the ripper

The chamber at night is a creepy place

Each way i turn there's an evil face.

I still can't believe i work here all alone

One hour to work then it's time for home

Last jobs to clean the dungeon floor

Then i lock up and race to the door.