"The Home" lyrics

Yeah

It's a red house on the corner with the back window kinda, lotta cracked now
Walked past with my dog barking at the walls, wonder what the cat found
I don't wanna get involved but I got a call tellin' me stretch town
So I hit 9-5, do a hundred miles, feeling like a wretch now
Knock knock, who is it? It's me, key is right under my feet
Turn it, it's burning, the owner don't want me to see
Living room where the living do but I slipped in, anyway
Somebody's home, I see a plate, they eatin' a piece of the pie
I think they are greedy and need an ingredient to keep 'em alive
Or maybe I'll find another room to investigate what the problem is
Maybe they laying on the bed with the living bread where the knowledge is
TV on and it's Netflix, like a necklace or noose used
To the deaf its use ain't nothing but a death wish
When time flies, wait a sec
This ain't it, what did I miss?
The closet, the skeleton hanging
Or is it a fit? Maybe it's drip
American language, I see it
It's all in a pic, faces I'll never forget
Maybe they need to forgive
If seventy-seven and seven is Heaven
Then triple the six, number they summonin' when

Repent, repent, repent, repent, repent, repent, repent, repent
Repent, repent, repent, repent, repent, repent, repent
Repent, repent, repent, repent
Repent, repent
Repent, repent, repent, repent
Repent