I sit at my computer station
No chance to get to the destination
Oooh Oooh
While other haunters across the land
Their suitcases and props in hand
Are headed out to the promised land
To Ironstock and its twisted fans

Ironstock Bound
I wish I was
Ironstock Bound
There, where the Irons are hosting
There, where there's haunters boasting
There, where a demo shows you
How to make life casts...

Every day's an endless stream
Of emails saying "wow, it's keen!"
Oooh Oooh
The haunters get a lot to learn
An Axworthy Ghost that flies and turns
There are no strangers faces here
Each one is known from emails clear

Ironstock Bound
I wish I was
Ironstock Bound
There, where there's airbrush painting
There, where there's Coffin Racing
There, where the haunters dress up
Weasel Ball dancing...

Again I'll check the web tonight
I hope the webcast worked out right
Oooh Oooh
The WeaselBall is going strong
The antics and the Ironstock songs
The margaritas flow so free
I hope someday that will be me!

Ironstock Bound
I wish I was
Ironstock Bound
There, where there's props for swapping
There, where there's dead men walking
There, where my friends are talking
How to make crank ghosts...
How to carve tombstones...