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What's this? What's this?
There's Disney everywhere
What's this?
There's dust filling the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Kat, from this nightmare!
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people singing songs
What's this?
The halls are lined with
Little children's items
Everybody seems so grumpy
Have I possibly gone crazy?
What is this?
What's this?
There are beanies gathering dust
instead of being sold
They're lining all the walls
And absolutely nothing's sold!
There's junk on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the sickness
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
Theres hanging souvenirs, Elvis?
Why that looks so ancient, decrepit!
They're gathering around to hear a story
When this place used to be clean
What's this?
What's this?
In here they've got a little space, how nice
And who would ever think
And how?
Its covered up with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a frown on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like Hell
This looks like Hell
How could it be this cluttered here?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
And look, there's no room underneath
The clutter, memoribilia here to stay and scare them
Or engulf them, poor little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all Osmonds
And they cover all the walls
In every place there seems to be
Old TV all around
Instead of music, I swear
I can hear screams in the air
The smell of filth and trash
Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so sick before
This empty place inside of me is throwing up
I simply have had enough
I hate it, oh, I hate it
Oh, I want to live alone!
I've got to go
I've got to go
What is this place where I am found?
What is this?
Katimeana's house....
There's Disney everywhere
What's this?
There's dust filling the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Kat, from this nightmare!
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There are people singing songs
What's this?
The halls are lined with
Little children's items
Everybody seems so grumpy
Have I possibly gone crazy?
What is this?
What's this?
There are beanies gathering dust
instead of being sold
They're lining all the walls
And absolutely nothing's sold!
There's junk on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the sickness
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
Theres hanging souvenirs, Elvis?
Why that looks so ancient, decrepit!
They're gathering around to hear a story
When this place used to be clean
What's this?
What's this?
In here they've got a little space, how nice
And who would ever think
And how?
Its covered up with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a frown on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like Hell
This looks like Hell
How could it be this cluttered here?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
And look, there's no room underneath
The clutter, memoribilia here to stay and scare them
Or engulf them, poor little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all Osmonds
And they cover all the walls
In every place there seems to be
Old TV all around
Instead of music, I swear
I can hear screams in the air
The smell of filth and trash
Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so sick before
This empty place inside of me is throwing up
I simply have had enough
I hate it, oh, I hate it
Oh, I want to live alone!
I've got to go
I've got to go
What is this place where I am found?
What is this?
Katimeana's house....
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LOL that's guiness.