dirthouse

house is empty windows are broke out

flames are shootin' out my mind

trains rollin' down a derailed path

night air is cold

looks pitch black

hands on

hands on the clock

now reached twelve

hands on

i'm unsettled

and scared as hell

dirthouse appears and shape and form

reminds me of the place

i was born

dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong

lyin' on the backboards

thinking of a song for me

dogs in the yard

barkin' at a stranger

hand and knee

i don't believe it's that easy to walk on in

situation i've been in for so long

so long have i been runnin' away

so long

in this house i was meant to stay

dirthouse appears and shape and form

reminds me of the place

i was born

dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong

lyin' on the backboards

thinking of a song for me

yeah

deep in the heart of a memory

lies a connection few can see

sun comes out breathes on your back

hands unleashed

oh the attack

hands on

hands on the clock

that's now reached twelve

hands on

i'm unsettled

and scared as hell

dirthouse appears and shape and form

reminds me of the place

i was born

dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong

lyin' on the backboards

thinking of a song

dirthouse appears and shape and form

reminds me of the place

i was born

dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong

lyin' on the backboards

thinking of a song for me

yeah