He's coming home mean Better cook, better clean Never left that ugly scene Stuck in the fucking '50s Got lost in the TV With your stack of magazines And a time-warped dream Of your perfect family Embedded in your heads Outdated images
Get married, have the kids Then rejoice cause that's all you get He comes home mean And you've cooked and you've cleaned And he hasn't said a thing You're transparent You're unseen You're unseen
Oh, they're the haunted housewives Oh, all mixed up in a past life Oh, still convinced that it's their role Oh, they're the haunted housewives Oh, they're the haunted housewives Oh, all mixed up in a past life Oh, still convinced that it's their role Oh, they're the haunted housewives
