Vials and jars lined up against my wall
The smell of pickled flesh and formaldehyde fills the hall.
Oh You don't know my dark little secret
You have no clue
And when you die i'll string up your bones and hang them from my ceiling
And when your dead your body will be pickled and placed in a jar
looking through my oddities brings me a sense of healing
Because after you pass I know you won't be far
Dead puppies peppered in flowers
Deer skulls stripped of their skin
Organized neatly in boxes
That i could sit and stare at for hours
Oh you don't know my dark little secret
Oh you have no clue
And when you die ill power wash the meat off your cranium
And when your dead you'll dry into the color of tar
Looking through my oddities brings me a sense of pride
Because i know anytime i need you
I still have a blanket made from you precious hide
And if you knew i kept every pet i lost
And if you knew i enjoy collecting roadkill
And if you knew what was hidden in my freezer
You’d surely make my guts spill
And when I die you’ll string up my bones and hang them from your ceiling
And when i'm dead my body will be pickled and placed in a jar
Putting me among my oddities brings you a sense of healing
Because you know it's what i would've wanted
And when i die you'll power wash the meat off my cranium
And when i'm dead i'll dry into the color of tar
Putting me among my oddities brings you a sense of pride
Because you know anytime you wanna see me
I'll be sitting in a bottle not to far
Oh you wont tell our dark little secret
Oh you won't tell
Oh you won't tell