She’s the Cousin of the Chainsaw Songtext
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Haunted
House not selling
HOA
Is seething
Grasping
Market value
Sunk cost
Arms like string
Clothes like flies
Orphans sing
Windsor tie
Hands like cleft hooves
Perspirating
Nauseating pair of cocks taint the screen
Old papers thick as leather
Draped over the newsstand
Shreds lead to the back alley
Of this temple of white, red, and blue
Meandering and mumbling saviour
Emerges from the gutter Through the puddle of vomit and shit
Left behind by that handout kid
Wooden jungle gyms
And finger paints
Splinter tag
Who′s king of the hill
Reno
Lowers
Prices
All these words written
On the walls in blood
Would be threatening
If they weren't misspelled
Look what I found
It looks ancient, it looks evil
I′ll give it to my mom
Totem
Gave me life
Took it away