On the patchy gravel you park your brand new van
The door is opened for you then closed with a wham
Welcome to my humble abode
Did you have any difficulties on the road?
Let me give you the tour and guide
Just not my secrets in the dark where they hide
Here is where I keep all my lovers hearts in a pot
And this cupboard is where I put my family to rot
On the table is my friends ripped out backbones
Then there in the corner is the hammer I use to break homes
The half rotten corpse smiles politely
You feel sick. But only ever so slightly
He opens another far to heavy door
Forcing blood from your long dead sores
Don’t let the appearances unsettle your stomach,
Look how I skillfully turned all these entrails into a hammock!
My favorite is in the next hallway...
How are you finding my life of perversions so far, hey?
I hang here the heads of my many admirers,
Took some time beheading them using only cheese wires!
In this little pit of despair
I have some random man whom I feed on nothing but hair!
At the pinnacle of my millions of sins
I have my own children tormented by voodoo dolls with pins
And I like to sit and feast on my throne...
But really it is yours, so welcome home!
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