There's a place, called the Black House It's a place I go when my spirits are low I can taste, in the Black House Forbidden fruit though it's evil I know All the people, in the Black House I can see it in their eyes there's no need to disguise My thirst, in the Black House This whiskey is real and it makes me feel Like heaven, in the Black House All the women are angels all the guys are swell And the music, in the Black House Oh it soothes my soul like a harp from hell The boss, of the Black House He's a tall skinny guy in a long black cape And he smiles, on the Black House With the skeletal grin of his white skull face Raise my gla**, in the Black House You can tell me that it's wrong Too much whiskey too much song Kick my a**, I'm in the Black House This is where I belong Give me whiskey give me whiskey all night long