Lizzie Borden - House of Borden Lyrics

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Lizzie Borden the Musical - House of Borden Lyrics

In the house of borden there's a lock on every door
In every room a prisoner of a long silent war.
Let us take you to an August back 1892.
When all hell broke loose in the house of borden.
Andrew Jackson borden knows that pennies must be punched.
So Mondays mutton supper will be Tuesdays mutton lunch.
And then to stretch it further Thursdays breakfast is mutton soup
And were getting sick in the house of borden.
When daddy was an undertaker no body was too tall,
He'd charge 'em for the big bucks and bury them in real small.
To save a couple of dollars he'd chop off a couple feet.
Hes fucking rich that mr.borden

In the house of borden there's a lock on every door
In every room a prisoner of a long silent war
Let us take you to an August back 1892
When all hell broke loose in the house of borden.
The sister's live in the front of the house the old folks take the rear.
It seems a bit peculiar but they've kept it up for years.
I won't say there not cordial, crowdeds more the word.
They get no piece in the house of borden.
Lizzies not the brightest bird and Emma's not so sweet.
Mind you these are not my words but I hear things on the street.
Anyway you slice it these girls are passed there prime.
There's no wedding bells in the house of borden.
In the house of borden there's a lock on every door
In every room a prisoner of a long silent war
Let us take you to an August back in 1892
when all hell broke loose in the house of borden.

Father married mrs.borden after our mother died.
And she's in it for the money, shes in for a big surprise.
With a personal objection, BUT SHE CAN'T HAVE WHAT'S OURS.
Fair is fair in the house of borden.

The family cross the borden is a lion with an axe,
wanting to ramp into battle ready to attack.
It's an oddly fitting album for a family like this and were killing time
Killing time
Killing time
In the house of borden.

In the house of borden there's a lock on every door
In every room a prisoner of a long silent war
Let us take you to an August back in 1892
When all hell broke loose in the house of borden.

When I was a girl, i have my father my gold ring.
He wears it to this day, a symbol of my love for him.
My middle name is Andrew. Father wanted a boy.
But I'm daddies little girl now.
The father loved the younger one, some say a bit too much.
They say she talks to pigeons, but who am I to judge.
I don't mean to spread a rumor these are just things that I hear.
But there's some crazy shite in the house of borden

[Thanks to Allen Smith for lyrics]

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