Dirthouse (from "Masters of Horror" soundtrack)

House is empty windows are broke out
Flames are shooting out my mind
Trains rolling 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
Lying on the backboards
Thinking of a song for me

Dogs in the yard, barking 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 running 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
Lying 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
Lying 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
Lying on the backboards
Thinking of a song for me, yeah