I’m running down the hall, gliding down the stairs.
The only thing I fear is those falling chandeliers.

I got 62 in my house and we’re having a massive earthquake.
My friends say I have got to get out before the whole roof breaks.

I can hear them snap behind me and the sound is getting close.
At least 6 have dropped already and if I'm not out in time I'm fixing to be toast.

The foyer has been destroyed and the kitchen is broken in tears.
I may end up that way if I can't get out of here.

The windows all are broken and my legs feel like rusty spears.
The front door is wide open, crash come the chandeliers.

The lights are ah falling faster than all the rest.
The radio is ah humming like a microwave at its best.

I'm out before I know it with no one to blame.
The chandeliers couldn't kill me.
I beat this earthquake's game!