dirthouse

Shinedown

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