One, Two, One Two Three Four My jog turned to a stroll Saddest stroll you've ever seen Abandoned the popcorn stall and gift shops Lining the ruin that was main street Then I heard some noise erupting From the fire station window (defunct as it ever was) Solid state amps and guitars tuning An insane mechanized purring Being the good American I am, I knew I had to run Up the stairway to inspect At the top, a door, a sheet a paper stapled into it that said 'To all who come to this happy place, welcome in' Stepped into a crimson red apartment With a pristine floral carpet Victorian furniture upturned against the wall A guy with a mic said "come on inside, we was only gettin' started"