Two Flies Flew into a Black Sugar Cobweb

Here hangs a filthy stench They hear a squeaking sound And someone suddenly begins to sing A man dressed up as a clown, singing songs on the swing His face seems friendly but also kind of sick And, ta-da He makes their sorrows shortly disappear By performing a magic trick Oh, children There is a house built of gingerbread Covered with cakes and a thousand sweets It is mine Follow me You will see You can eat You'll be warm You'll be just fine He conjures up two candies They look sweet but are somehow tasteless They become drowsy In the back of the car And then they lose their consciousness They lose their consciousness Children, there is no house built of gingerbread ahead My sweetest lies all lead towards a bitter place instead But one thing I promise you is true No one will ever find you