Dirthouse - Static-X

My dirthouse

Watch it happen from a box

Mind wanders

Dirty dirty word

My dirthouse

This is where it all comes down

Look into my eye

You feel my skin, its dirt

Drive me wild

Remember when you blew my mind?

Cut through me

Living in the dirt

These dogs are curled up in a little ball

These dogs are freezing their asses off

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I’ve got some pain of my own

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I’ve got some pain of my own

Open the box

See whats inside

You make the call

Sick of it all again

Tear me down

Pushing on my every nerve

Scares me

I hope i don’t get burnt

Look closer

Look into my dirty mind

Feeling sick inside

My blood has turned to fucking dirt

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I’ve got some pain of my own

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go

Pick up the pieces

I’ve got some pain of my own