# Get the Fuck Out of the House [Intro | cassette hiss | distant guitar harmonic | low bass enters] There’s a little girl Standing down the hall She died in 1897 Don’t fucking talk to her at all [Verse 1 | tired conversational vocal] Something’s scratching in the walls Let the bastard scratch Best case it’s a raccoon Worst case it scratches back The basement light came on Nobody’s been downstairs Congratulations, asshole You don’t own the basement anymore [Pre-Chorus | drums building] Don’t check the hallway Don’t open the door Whatever you thought you heard You didn’t fucking hear it [Chorus | explosive guitars] GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE DON’T ASK WHAT MADE THAT SOUND IF THE REFRIGERATOR KNOWS YOUR NAME BURN THE WHOLE FUCKING THING DOWN GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE DON’T TURN THAT DOORKNOB AROUND IF SOMETHING DEAD SAYS GET OUT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL AROUND? [Verse 2 | bass-driven | restrained] Never yell Who’s there? What answer do you want? Oh, sorry, wrong haunted house I’ll haunt the guy next door There’s a doll inside the kitchen Yesterday it sat upstairs Now the little plastic bastard Is sitting in your fucking chair Throw away the chair Do not touch the doll It clearly outranks everybody Living in these goddamn walls [Pre-Chorus] Don’t check the attic Don’t look under the bed If something whispers behind you Keep looking straight ahead [Chorus | louder] GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE DON’T ASK WHAT MADE THAT SOUND IF THE REFRIGERATOR KNOWS YOUR NAME BURN THE WHOLE FUCKING THING DOWN GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE DON’T TURN THAT DOORKNOB AROUND IF SOMETHING DEAD SAYS GET OUT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL AROUND? [Bridge | music drops | distant drone] I heard my voice upstairs But I’m downstairs [long pause] Well... That’s fucking inconvenient. [drums return] My replacement has arrived He looks exactly like me Don’t shake his hand Don’t give him the Wi-Fi password And for fuck’s sake Don’t train him [Instrumental | angular guitar | bass riff | ghostly vocal trails] [Verse 3] Bloody footprints down the hallway Do not follow where they lead Nobody follows bloody footprints And finds a fucking Dairy Queen Now the refrigerator’s whispering It knows my middle name I unplugged the refrigerator It whispered it again I unplugged the whole damn house Still heard it. Fuck. The refrigerator owns the property now. [Final Chorus | explosive | strained vocal] GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE DON’T ASK WHAT MADE THAT SOUND IF THE REFRIGERATOR KNOWS YOUR NAME BURN THE WHOLE FUCKING THING DOWN GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE THE CEILING’S FUCKING BLEEDING NOW THE GHOST ALREADY SAID GET OUT THAT’S CLEAR COMMUNICATION, PAL GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE LEAVE YOUR KEYS UPON THE GROUND THE DOLL CAN HAVE THE FURNITURE THE DEAD GUY GETS THE FUCKING HOUSE [Outro | instruments abruptly thin out] Everything just went quiet. No footsteps. No scratching. No refrigerator. Nothing. [long silence] Oh shit. The ghost is buffering. [distant scream | tape cuts]
