Living in a House of Death

Grandpa's got a piss pot 

Underneath his bed

He’s 95-years-old

But doesn’t look a day over dead

And Dad’s got cancer

He hurts with every breath

Yeah, life can be a bummer

When you’re living in a house of death

Mom takes care of them

And it breaks her heart

She can never remember when

Everything began to fall apart

And she’s always cleaning

Even if there is no mess

Anything to help forget

She’s living in a house of death

The only healthy faces in my house

Are on a box of Wheaties

Even my poor cat’s been

Diagnosed with diabetes

The cabinet in the kitchen

Looks like a pharmacy

Pills for the whole dying family

And sometimes they go missing

Go missing right off the shelf

You got to take the edge off somehow

When you’re living in a house of death