Lyrics Last House on the Left - Argyle Goolsby

Last House on the Left

Wrong turn.
I learn late in the game
Ask myself why it is that I even came
Call upon my will, skill, feel break free
Or a black glad trash bag is my destiny
In the last house on the left
Pounding on the beams.
Screams no one can hear
Every breath is pain, but equally dear
Running for my life.
Knife stalking the pulse
Heart beating, bleeding, leaving trails on the floor
In the last house on the left
Screaming deep inside this gutted room
A reeking reminder of a molded past
The killer’s shadow waits and fills the crack beneath the door
And pulls on the rusted latch
Lips numb, dumb, brain locate the pain
Broke leg.
Run, stunned, shock of the sprain
Senses slowly fading.
Wading waist high in webs
The smell of blood and brass.
Crass smell on my hands
In the last house on the left