Yellow House of Pain

Written by Douglas Firestein

They call me a home wrecker
But not for reasons you think
It’s all about my master skills
For makin’ suckas speak

I convinced you we are friends
But now you are gonna pay
Welcome to east second street
This is the yellow house of pain

Tear down the wallpaper
Rub your face in the glue
Pull back your head
As it rips flesh off of you

Drag you to the kitchen
Grab me a butter knife
Then tear up that ass
Just like i did your wife

(Tear it up)
(Tear it up)
I’m tearing that ass UP!!

The house has three stories
I’m about to tell you another one
About a sucka who ran his mouth
Now his talkin’ days are done

There are chains in the cellar
Ready to tie around some feet
But don’t mind the barking dogs
They’re just sniffin’ out some meat

Tear down the wallpaper
Rub your face in the glue
Pull back your head
As it rips flesh off of you

Drag you to the kitchen
Grab me a butter knife
Then tear up that ass
Just like i did your wife

(Tear it up)
(Tear it up)
I’m tearing that ass UP!

Ooh boy, you’ll never be the same
Once violated In the house of pain
(The yellow)
(The yellow)
(House of pain)
Yes, Its the yellow house of pain
(The yellow)
(The yellow)
(House of pain)

Drag you to the kitchen
Grab me a butter knife
Then tear up that ass
Just like i did your wife

(The yellow)
(The yellow)
(House of pain)
(The yellow)
(The yellow)
(House of pain)
(The yellow)
(The yellow)
(House of pain)