The haunted houses were blazing
When the Wolfman took a cue
Fire ran through both of my eyes
And my body never moved
The candles kept us warm
As the log burned to the ground
I got something from nothing
In a spooky worn out town

Cackles echoed off the night
The Ripper was on the prowl
Cab was dancing and drinking 'em back
When the mother lost her child
Then I saw the phantom
But to where is she bound
I got something from nothing
In a spooky worn out town

John Jacob Niles
He was singing on the street
With a cowboy pick-up band
And a black rose at his feet
He shook the skin off of himself
It piled on the ground
Told me something from nothing
In a spooky worn out town

It's the night I came home
Shook the dust off of myself
I strolled like Gene Vincent
But I sang like Kitty Wells
With dust on the Bible
And silence on the mount
I got something from nothing
In a spooky worn out town