Get the Hell Out of There

[couchgrouch]

Get the Hell Out of ThereWell, I was drinkin beer and watchin'Nightmare on Halloween Pt. 5the curves on the blonde of my dreamsbarely fit on my new flat screenand I was hopin' she'd survivebut a psycho in a hockey maskwas in her house with an axeI wanted so badly to tell hergirl, don't go down in that cellerget the hell out of theredon't be blind to the warning signsif your sixth sense is tellin' you to be scaredthen forget about those stairsget the hell out of therethis gal kissed a Poindextershe met on some blind datehe said since they were loversshe should meet his motherhe sounded just like Norman Batessure, his stuffed cat seemed kinda oddbut he had a great car and jobshe thought a quirky guy might be wild n woolybut I told her, girl, you ain't no Scullyget the hell out of theredon't be blind to the warning signsif your sixth sense is tellin' you to be scaredthen forget about those stairsget the hell out of thereif her mama weighs three hundred poundsif his daddy ain't got no hairthink it over, look aroundthen get the hell out of thereget the hell out of theredon't be blind to the warning signsif your sixth sense is tellin' you to be scaredthen forget about those stairsget the hell out of there(c)2005 Robert George