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There was no one at the funeral No one there to say goodbye It took them two whole weeks to find him No one knew that he had died Set out in the countryside A farm with lots of land He died there in his easy chair It was just, but not as planned We grew up there with no neighbors Just a dad and his three girls No one heard our screaming In our pinies and our curls THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? It's my task to clean out the house To get rid of all that's here There's memories in every room And nightmares too, I fear The scent of Borkhum Riff Still hangs lightly in the air I remember it as he lay down It was in his clothes and hair I can smell his after shave cologne In the living room, it lingers I remember lying silent As he probed me with his fingers THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? Boxes of old memories To discard of and move out I don't want to take them with me Not with the memories about My bedroom, like the others Sits unchanged through out the years There isn't many smiles there Just dirt amongst the tears I wonder as I go outside To get a break from all the smells I know he's not in heaven My daddy's down in hell THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? As time goes by know what I Must do with this old place I must obliterate it from my mind And build a new house in it's place Five miles from the closest farm All alone with none around I can free myself form the nightmare If I burn it to the ground I call up both my sisters Knowing what he did to me He wouldn't be selective He did it to all three THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? Through arguments and logic I lay out to them my plan They tell me they will come home They'll be there when they can The day arrives as do the girls We start the plan out in the patch We've each one can of gasoline And we each have just one match The house burns rather quickly Oily smoke it fills the air The only thing that's missing Is that the monster isn't there.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
The Monster Down The Hall (repost after deletion)
There was no one at the funeral No one there to say goodbye It took them two whole weeks to find him No one knew that he had died Set out in the countryside A farm with lots of land He died there in his easy chair It was just, but not as planned We grew up there with no neighbors Just a dad and his three girls No one heard our screaming In our pinies and our curls THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? It's my task to clean out the house To get rid of all that's here There's memories in every room And nightmares too, I fear The scent of Borkhum Riff Still hangs lightly in the air I remember it as he lay down It was in his clothes and hair I can smell his after shave cologne In the living room, it lingers I remember lying silent As he probed me with his fingers THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? Boxes of old memories To discard of and move out I don't want to take them with me Not with the memories about My bedroom, like the others Sits unchanged through out the years There isn't many smiles there Just dirt amongst the tears I wonder as I go outside To get a break from all the smells I know he's not in heaven My daddy's down in hell THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? As time goes by know what I Must do with this old place I must obliterate it from my mind And build a new house in it's place Five miles from the closest farm All alone with none around I can free myself form the nightmare If I burn it to the ground I call up both my sisters Knowing what he did to me He wouldn't be selective He did it to all three THE MONSTER ISN'T IN THE ROOM NOT IN THE CLOSET, NOR 'NEATH THE BED HE'S IN THE BEDROOM DOWN THE HALL DAD'S THE MONSTER IN HIS STEAD HE COMES TO MY ROOM IN THE NIGHT AND DOES THINGS THAT DAD'S DON'T DO HE TOUCHES ME WHERE HE SHOULD NOT DID HE TOUCH THE OTHERS TOO? Through arguments and logic I lay out to them my plan They tell me they will come home They'll be there when they can The day arrives as do the girls We start the plan out in the patch We've each one can of gasoline And we each have just one match The house burns rather quickly Oily smoke it fills the air The only thing that's missing Is that the monster isn't there.
#love#hate#fire#death#abuse#dad#monster#child#daughters#gasoline
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
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