Dirt Room

I'm like a ghostI'll be living in a dirt roomWaiting for the day to be closerTo the window when you're homeI'll be standing by your back doorReaching for the knife in my coatI'm gonna put it to your throatSweaty piggy, you're a bad manWhat a fucking sad way to goYour mother raised you as a jokeI should have wiped away a burdenUse the curtain in the kitchen to chokeYou

[Chorus:]You think you own meYou should have known meYou took the future and the food off my family's plateYou think you'll use meI'm stronger than youYou take my money, but it's uselessWhen you see what I do to youLook what I do to you

Oh god then you awokeYou started screaming through the duct tapeDon't ever think I'm letting you goI'm busy digging you a holeNow you'll be living in a dirt roomBreathing through the straw of your ownCome onI really think that this is fun for the moneyI'll make it comfy for the time wasted making you richI want to cover you in ants, bees and honeyThen take a picture for the cover of our album!

[Chorus x2]

And now I see you, oh'Cause your back's against the wallAnd finally you're mineYou're mine

[Chorus]

I really think that this is fun for the moneyWe'll make you comfy for the time wasted making you richI want to cover you in ants, bees and honeyThen take a picture for the cover of our album!