Living in a pretty house
Near the forest on by-way
Walls are painted in the darkest colours
At the corners spider’s web
Dear Mom loves sewing dresses
Of the dead skin and their hair
But our guests don’t wonder
why they're panicking, shaking and blaring
it’s a reaction to death tonight
don’t you know it’s a homicide?
Spending time in the game in the backyard
With bones and rolling skulls
It’s old teeth in the sun sparkling
Lay them sleep under the moon
Often dream about those children
Living in town by the lake
In the morning I am singing
They aren’t coming anyway
it’s reaction to death tonight
don’t you know it’s a homicide?
Dad loves walking in the forest
He has a saw and a heavy ax
After back we have a beanfeast
All three eating juicy flesh
But sometimes I’m getting bored
Here’s no other natives live
Why doesn’t ever coming aunt
Pretty woman with her kids?
it’s reaction to death tonight
don’t you know it’s a homicide?
