My House

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