| House comes alive, creeks and greets me
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| The house comes alive and it’s hungry
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| The greedy gills will primp just like some whore
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| At the bris, at the wedding, at the funeral
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| My ghost will haunt your house, your dollhouse
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| ‘Cause what do they know, what do they know?
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| My inky hands will stain your blouse, the good blouse
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| What do they know, what do they know?
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| I want a man who splays down in the street
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| The swinging bodies and the children in the wet concrete
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| Sick sexual, another thimble full
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| I plan to haunt your house, you’ll move out
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| ‘Cause what do they know, what do they know?
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| I’m a poltergeist here for life, she sighs
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| ‘Cause what do you know, what do you know?
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| What’s this I hear, about you wanting out
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| Well what do they know, what do they know
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| I hear you were the life of the party
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| You know what do they know
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| We’ll get you in the end
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| I want a man who splays down in the street
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| The swinging bodies and the children in the wet concrete
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| In the house with the laughing windows
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| We’re spilling blood like a cheap innuendo
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| I love you, do you love me?
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| Let’s set our hair on fire
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| Let’s twist our bodies down over coals
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| Let’s give them something they can’t ignore
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| I love you, do you love me?
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| Let’s set our house on fire
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| Let’s cast a mirror right back at fear
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| Let’s show this world we were here |