The Edison Museum Lyrics

	作词 : They Might Be Giants
	The Edison Museum, not open to the public
	Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above
	Folks drive in from out of town
	To gaze in amazement when they see it
	Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
	Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
	Through the iron bars, I see the black maria
	Revolving slowly in its platform
	In the topmost tower, the lights burn dim
	A coiling filament glowing within
	The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
	Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industry
	The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey
	Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
	Recites a poem on a phonograph
	Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving pictures
	The loyal phantoms of his in house staff
	A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
	But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out
	The Edison Museum, not open to the public
	Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
	The oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey

	zuo ci : They Might Be Giants
	The Edison Museum, not open to the public
	Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above
	Folks drive in from out of town
	To gaze in amazement when they see it
	Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
	Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
	Through the iron bars, I see the black maria
	Revolving slowly in its platform
	In the topmost tower, the lights burn dim
	A coiling filament glowing within
	The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
	Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industry
	The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey
	Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
	Recites a poem on a phonograph
	Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving pictures
	The loyal phantoms of his in house staff
	A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
	But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out
	The Edison Museum, not open to the public
	Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
	The oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey

	zuò cí : They Might Be Giants
	The Edison Museum, not open to the public
	Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above
	Folks drive in from out of town
	To gaze in amazement when they see it
	Just outside the gate I look into the courtyard
	Underneath the gathering thunderstorm
	Through the iron bars, I see the black maria
	Revolving slowly in its platform
	In the topmost tower, the lights burn dim
	A coiling filament glowing within
	The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
	Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of industry
	The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey
	Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
	Recites a poem on a phonograph
	Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving pictures
	The loyal phantoms of his in house staff
	A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt
	But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out
	The Edison Museum, not open to the public
	Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it
	The oldest, greatest and most famous haunted mansion in New Jersey

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