Lyrics:

It ain't none of your business
What I wear in the house
But since you've come to trust us
I'll tell you the gist of it now

You married into the family
Knowing we were secrets there
Winking, blinking and
Our rules do live and let live

We will not let you go
Trim the candle way down low
If someone comes snooping round this door
They won't come snooping round no more
We will not let you go

Back in old Arcadio
A hundred and eighty three years ago
Someone died by an act of god
Conducted through a lightning rod

No one bore witness but the chicken
Our Ken ran off like Dickens
Who's to blame is not in question
It's a haunted history lesson

We will not let you go
No, we will not let you go
The husband of the first-born daughter
Each generation is marked for slaughter
We will not let you go

Left Nova Scotia, once Arcadia
Settled in South Louisiana
Cold revenge followed us here
With lingering doubt and living fear

There's a proud family that won't forget
As far as we know, they remember yet
Only question I've got for you
Are you one of them, and if you knew

We will not let you go
Trim the candle way down low
If someone comes snooping round this door
They won't come snooping round no more
We will not let you go
We will not let you go
No, we won't let you go