House That Used To Be

Do you wanna wind up in a graveyard?

Like a number on a scorecard.

They're gonna wrap you up in corn silk

They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk.

You'd better take another Quaalude

And get yourself corkscrewed.

I understand that you got cold feet

But why'd you have to take 'em down a side street?

I must be dumber than a spit curl

cause I got hung up on a showgirl

Now I look like I'm a scarecrow

I might as well go on a talk show

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And this ain't home anymore

Its just four walls and a floor

Home is where you get the goods for free

This is just the house that used to be

Yeah the house that used to be

You're gonna wind up in a graveyard

Like another girl who co-starred

They're gonna wrap you up in corn silks

They're gonna cry like you were spilled milk

And in the far off wail of freight trains

And in the lonely howl of Great Danes

I hear the girl I lost forever

I hear the girl I lost forever

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