They Might Be Giants - Edison Museum lyrics

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The Edison Museum, not open to the public.

Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it.

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 on its platform.

In the topmost tower, a light burns 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.

So when your children quarrel

and nothing seems to quell them,

Just tell them that you'll take them to

the Edison Museum.

The largest independently-owned and operated

mausoleum.