In my fathers house everything is nice In my fathers house everything is right We play our part, we know it by heart We play our part, we know it by heart The pictures on the wall Never look into your eyes The pictures on the wall Never look in the eyes The children are polite You never hear them cry The children are polite You never hear them cry The wind and our kind They work their time They change your sheets You dont have to say please In my fathers house Up in the chimney Down in the cellar Up in the chimney Down in the cellar Theres a terror and it hides In my fathers house Youre in my fathers house My fathers house Youre in my fathers house
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