House is empty windows are broken
Flames are shootin' out my mind
Trains rollin' down a B railed path

Night air is cold, looks pitch black
Hands on
Hands on the clock, now reach twelve

Hands on

I'm unsettled, and stained as hell


Dirthouse appears and shape and fall
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 fall
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 if you can see
Sun comes out breaths on your back

Hands unleashed, Oh the attack
Hands on
Hands on the clock, now reach twelve

Hands on

I'm unsettled, and stained as hell


Dirthouse appears and shape and fall
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 fall
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