Verse 1

I walk into the house and I’m looking around. I realize there are black curtains on the walls covering all the windows...I don’t know how long this place has been empty, but you can see cobwebs on the corners of the walls. I walk down the corridor to the open cellar door, and I step down the cold cement stairs...A woman is sitting in a chair with her back to me...I touch her shoulder....AND IT’S A FUCKING CORPSE!!!

Chorus 1

DEAD HOUSE!!!
DEAD HOUSE!!!
DEAD HOUSE!!!
DEAD HOUSE!!!

Verse 2

I try to push the ancient corpse out of the way...it crumbles apart like old dusty paper. Her jaw falls apart in my hands, and it still has a leathery skin that peels apart easily from my grip. I drop the skull, and try kicking the corpse out of my way. I don’t want to even touch it, as I smell recently decaying flesh. I look down, and it...it ....it’s MY GIRLFRIEND’S ROTTING CORPSE!!!!!!!

Chorus 2

DEAD HOUSE!!!

I don’t know what I’m doing

DEAD HOUSE!!!

I don’t know where I’ve been

DEAD HOUSE!!!

I think I might have sinned!

DEAD HOUSE!!!

Verse 3

The cops show up eventually. I don’t know who called them or how they found me, but they found me with blood on my hands, on my face, all over my chest. I don’t know what happened or how I got there. They didn’t believe me, neither did the jury. The trial was short, and now...I’M STRAPPED TO THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!!!

Chorus 3

DEAD HOUSE!!!

I don’t know what I did

DEAD HOUSE!!!

I know I’m going to Hell

DEAD HOUSE!!!

Frying like chicken

DEAD HOUSE!!!