Home Is Where the Hell Is
Sin Prism
Dark Comedy · Murder · Cheating Spouses
#VERSE
Halfway between Green Acres and American Gothic
With Rocky Horror wedding weirdness blended in
Things got quite intense on that quaint Nebraska farm
When the farm girl in the farmhouse wrapped herself in sin
#VERSE
And though Misty Dawn was the first to be caught cheating
Let’s not pretend that Michael was the Pope’s little Saint
When Donnie Marx asked to borrow Michael’s John Deere
Michael gave it to his wife, smackdab on that green paint
#PRE-CHORUS
Shadows rolled in
Storms on Nebraska’s plain
Pitchfork in Michael’s hand
Moving straw to beat the rain
#CHORUS
Home is where the Hell is
Who cares about the heart
Death is coming, you can smell it
One pitchfork, one poison dart
#INSTRUMENTAL
#VERSE
Michael pitching straw, still in his Sunday suit
Misty Dawn’s hidden dress pocket—perfect for her plan
She said, “Mike, I’ve made your favorite—tomato sandwiches”
Then slyly slipped out the dart gun, aimed, and shot her man
#VERSE
But the damn dart missed her target on his neck
Hit him in the shoulder—like a rattler he spun ‘round
“You’ve brought Hell into this house,” he hissed in disgust
A moment later that pitchfork had her pinned to the ground
#PRE-CHORUS
Death strolled in
Blood puddling like rain
Michael felt no remorse
Her last breath exhaled shame
#CHORUS
Home is where the Hell is
Now she’s loaded in the cart
Death came riding on a pitchfork
Four holes right beneath her heart
Their horses, Cain and Abel
Pulled the cart where the old well is
Misty Dawn splashed into her new home
’Cause home is where the Hell is
Home is where the Hell is
Home is where the Hell is
Home is where the Hell is
#INSTRUMENTAL
#BRIDGE
No one asked about her
For over a week
And when they started asking
Michael didn’t speak
He just shrugged his shoulders
Gave a little grunt
The church ladies just assumed
She’d run with Donnie Marx, the drunk
#BRIDGE
So, where was Donnie?
(Nobody knows)
Was he hanging out with Misty?
(Seems that way, case closed)
And where is Donnie’s wife?
(Decorating Michael’s house)
Will they escape a life of Hell?
(Until the FBI finds out)
Misty’s home will be their Heaven
(Till the FBI finds out)
#PRE-CHORUS
Michael mocks his Hell each morning
As their happiness rolls on
“Hey Babe, look out the window
There’s no more Misty Dawn!”
#CHORUS
Home is where the Hell is
With the rumors ‘bout her heart
The FBI pounds on the door
They’re gonna tear that farm apart
Won’t take long to find the pitchfork
Hanging where the warrant alleges
On the wall by Cain and Abel’s stalls
’Cause home is where the Hell is
Home is where the Hell is
Home is where the Hell is
Home is where the Hell is
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