Oh, Michelle, what the hell
Were you thinkin' -- were you drinkin'?
Did you really not believe things could go so, so wrong?
Oh, Michelle, how the hell
Can I tell your friends what happened?
I can barely scratch the surface in this song
When the aliens arrived, the planet still might have survived
If they hadn't found a host in which to let their young mature
Though they're dreadful and Cthonic, they're still weak when embryonic
And our world has lots of dangers that they simply can't endure
It was glowing, it was green, it was anything but clean
It was the protoplasmic shelter for that foul invading race
And what I don't understand is how you fell into their plan --
I can't think of one good reason why you put it in your face
Oh, Michelle, what the hell...
When you found that ancient tome concealed in your ancestral home
It didn't take a second glance to know the damn thing was bad news
For it was bound in human skin and written by the Devil's pen
It was the sort of tempting target you'd do better to refuse
Not a warning did you heed as you settled down to read
And then a thousand deadly demons started rising through the floor
Now I know that you're not dumb, but still, you told them they could come!
And I'm not sure I want to be your buddy anymore
Oh, Michelle, what the hell...
When you said you'd be out late 'cause you were going on a date
I said, 'just stay out of the cornfield, there's a k**er on the loose...'
You didn't listen to a word, you thought my warnings were absurd
And you might as well have slipped your own damn neck into the noose
Now you tell me you're pursued by a k**er who's imbued
With the deadly demon powers of dimensions with no name!
Now you say he can't be k**ed until his mission is fulfilled
And that mission is your d**h? Well, honey, I know who's to blame
Oh, Michelle, what the hell
Were you thinkin' -- were you drinkin'?
Did you really not believe things could go so, so wrong?
Oh, Michelle, how the hell
Can I tell your friends what happened?
I can barely scratch the surface in this song
Oh, Michelle, what the hell
Were you thinkin' -- were you drinkin'?
Did you really not believe things could go so, so wrong?
Oh, Michelle, how the hell
Can I tell your friends what happened?
I can barely scratch the surface in this song