I grew up as an orphan in a big old house,
I had no mother and no father, they had left me out.
Confused was the word for me,
the confusion, it planed a seed in me...
And I was placed in this home as a five year old,
I was presented to my foster mother, she was so old
She took advantage of my company,
it was nothing but slavery, slavery...
She's dead, in the house,
She's dead, in the house,
She's dead, in the house.
You grow up under pressure and psychic terror,
then eventually your brain will just flip out and go "error",
the satisfaction of a murder for a little boy,
is so unhealthy, but it helped me in my journey to joy.
And I prepared for a sweet revenge,
no regrets ever since, ever since...
Dead in the house,
Oh she's dead, in the house
She's dead, dead in the house.
Oh she's dead.
Spread out she's all over the place in the house and she's dead
A chainsaw is nice it's a healthy tool
or perhaps a good old fashioned drowning in the garden pool,
or a brick in the head
for all the stuff she said,
a machete-massacre,
I'll shred her up, in my head there's a bloodthirsty
killer, and a caterpillar,
it would crush her into pieces,
I would glady drill her a big hole in the skull to fill with gasoline,
light a match and watch the fire sprinkle out what a scene,
I would be happy oh so happy, by the time I'm done
I would be running around the house with a taser gun,
and tase all the different body parts, electrifying!
This must be the gratest day ever,
no I ain't lieing
As hapy as a boy can be, on his way
to puberty, puberty...
Dead in the house,
Oh she's dead, dead in the house
She's dead, dead in the house.
Oh she's dead, Spread out she's all over the place in the house
and she's dead
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