What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something way back there
What’s this?
The smell is everywhere
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Gretch, this isn’t fair
What’s this?
What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
It’s been here way too long
What’s this?
Containers lined with
Little fuzzy algae
I am definitely not happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
Does this look like Christmas taffy?
What’s this?
Something’s growing on the meatballs
It’s green and white and red
I thought they were the meatballs…
It smells like something’s dead
There’s goo on every surface
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
Because in my nose I feel the smell
That’s coming from inside
Oh look
What’s this?
I think it used to be some milk
Why that smells so… unique… obscene
There’s no one ’round to hear me swear and yell
No one here to help me clean
What’s this?
What’s this?
In here we’ve got old produce, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
It’s covered with some tiny growing things
How long before it grows some wings?
And there’s a grimace on my face
So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
This isn’t fun
This is no fun
Oh, could it be that I’ve been cursed?
What’s this?
Oh my, what now?
There seems to be old cheese
But look, there’s something underneath
Old ham, or turkey, stamped four weeks past due
Scary moldy slimy little creepy things
Secure inside their ziplocs
What’s this?
The expiration dates are missing
It’s a nightmare I have found
And in their place there seems to be
Foul scented things all around
Instead of freshness, I swear
I smell “oldness” in the air
The scents of sour and decay
Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt so gross before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I just might have to puke it up
Get it out, oh, get it out
Oh I just can’t take it now
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
How did this place come to be found…
What is this?
My fridge…??