I live in a hole in the wall
You live in a hole in my head
With everyone else who sleeps in there
But they don't pay the rent
I live on the end of the street
And you're there right under me
With all of the bugs that crawl beneath my skin
And make me bleed
Oh, make my house a home
Or give me hands to hold
Please take my empty head
And turn it into gold
I live on the edge of the world
Where everything stops and it turns
And all living things, they fall on me
And crush me into dirt
Every night I'm awake
All the walls start to shake
Oh, make my house a home (Home)
Or give me hands to hold (Hold)
Please take my empty head
And turn it into gold
This is the end of the world
'Cause everything seems to get worse
And all living things, they fall on me
And crush me into dirt
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