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 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 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