Train Song

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 planted a seed, in me

And I was placed in this home as a five year old

I was presented to my forster 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 on 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 blood thirsty killer and a caterpillar

It would crush her into pieces, I would gladly 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 greatest day ever, no I ain't lying

As happy 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