Take me to your Grandma's House
It's important don't you see?
Cannibals are everywhere
Hey we have a place to be
Driving to your Grandma's House
Road is closed not so lucky
We have to find another path
Can't see outside it's too muggy
We step out of your Grandma's car
The fog is black it's really creepy
I squeeze tightly on your small hand
I really hope I am asleep
We're close to your Grandma's House
It's over there by the dome
Mort flesh is in the tall grass
Looks like we are not alone
Now we're at your Grandma's House
As we knock we hear screaming
Your sweet Grandma opens the door
Her eyes gouged out and slowly bleeding
Your Grandma crashes on the floor
Behind her are fresh brownies
They kinda smell like rotting flesh
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The Dittemores - Grandma's House (feat. Scott Werner) Lyrics
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Take me to your Grandma's House
It's important don't you see?
Cannibals are everywhere
Hey we have a place to be
Driving to your Grandma's House
Road is closed not so lucky
We have to find another path
Can't see outside it's too muggy
We step out of your Grandma's car
The fog is black it's really creepy
I squeeze tightly on your small hand
I really hope I am asleep
We're close to your Grandma's House
It's over there by the dome
Mort flesh is in the tall grass
Looks like we are not alone
Now we're at your Grandma's House
As we knock we hear screaming
Your sweet Grandma opens the door
Her eyes gouged out and slowly bleeding
Your Grandma crashes on the floor
Behind her are fresh brownies
They kinda smell like rotting flesh
Awarded best in the county
It's important don't you see?
Cannibals are everywhere
Hey we have a place to be
Driving to your Grandma's House
Road is closed not so lucky
We have to find another path
Can't see outside it's too muggy
We step out of your Grandma's car
The fog is black it's really creepy
I squeeze tightly on your small hand
I really hope I am asleep
We're close to your Grandma's House
It's over there by the dome
Mort flesh is in the tall grass
Looks like we are not alone
Now we're at your Grandma's House
As we knock we hear screaming
Your sweet Grandma opens the door
Her eyes gouged out and slowly bleeding
Your Grandma crashes on the floor
Behind her are fresh brownies
They kinda smell like rotting flesh
Awarded best in the county
Writer: James Dittemore
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