Home

Oh, give me a Home,
Where the mutants all roam,
Where a Mom and her sons romp and play.
Where seldom are heard
Understandable words
From a woman who's hongry all day.

Home, Home, it's deranged!
Where the Taylors turned into puree.
Where Scully and Fox
Shot out all of the locks,
Then conversed about their DNA.

Oh, when you're in Home
Don't go dig in the loam
Since you'll just end up dredging up goo,
Where the pigs in their pen
All get loose once again
When our heros yell out "Baa Ram Ewe!"

Home, Home, it's so strange
Where the Peacocks inbreed in the hay
Where Deputy Fife
Gets hacked up with a knife
While the children play baseball all day

Oh, cit'zens of Home
Listen to our sad tome,
And you'll learn this gross fate to avoid.
Don't breed your own stock,
Just watch M be a jock.
TBO is so cute when annoyed!

Home, Home, for a change.
"Murder in a small town," big surprise.
The morgue's in the loo,
And antennae won't do,
But the UST lights up the skies!

Oh, if you go to Home,
And you hear someone groan
Don't investigate that old homestead
'Cause there's traps that can kill
And if they don't she will
She's the woman who's under the bed

Home, Home, give it range
Something evil's afoot way out there
You can sit on the bench
But you still get the stench
Of the rotting pig head on the stairs

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