Paroles Train Song de Johnossi

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Textes et Paroles de Train Song




I grew up as an orphan in a big old houseI had no mother and no father, they had left me outConfused was the word for me, the confusionIt planted a seed, in meAnd I was placed in this home as a five year oldI was presented to my forster mother, she was so oldShe took advantage of my companyIt was nothing but slavery, slaveryShe's dead in the houseShe's dead in the houseShe's dead in the houseYou grow up under pressure and psychic terrorThen eventually your brain will just flip out and go "error"The satisfaction of a murder for a little boyIs so unhealthy, but it helped me on my journey to joyAnd I prepared for a sweet revengeNo regrets ever since, ever sinceDead in the houseOh she's dead in the houseShe's dead, dead in the houseOh she's deadSpread out she's all over the place in the houseAnd she's deadA chainsaw is nice it's a healthy toolOr perhaps a good old fashioned drowning in the garden poolOr a brick in the head for all the stuff she saidA machete-massacre, I'll shred her up in my headThere's a blood thirsty killer and a caterpillarIt would crush her into pieces, I would gladly drill herA big hole in the skull to fill with gasolineLight a match and watch the fire sprinkle out what a sceneI would be happy oh so happy, by the time I'm doneI would be running around the house with a taser gunAnd tase all the different body parts, electrifyingThis must be the greatest day ever, no I ain't lyingAs happy as a boy can beOn his way to puberty, pubertyDead in the houseOh she's dead, dead in the houseShe's dead, dead in the houseOh she's deadSpread out she's all over the place in the houseAnd she's dead

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