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Outdated images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