There's a farm in Cynthiana There survivors make a living Selling limbs, and entrails of the dead There's 8 of them, cooped up inside Making dead things come alive To keep their families fed And here's where nightmares are born (Scream Acres!) With bodies lined up on the floor At Gore Galore Welcome to our home Where wicked things run around the yard Come through the door, cause here they're free to roam You need a bucket or spare parts? You get it here where nothing's as it seems It's where the monsters are made At Gore Galore We're all living the dream (Scream acres!)