Dirt Songtext
von The House Jacks

the clock flies high and hits the wall a scolding flattened frown
the voice calls out and slaps the hall with a chilling echo
the bolt slides scrapes along the track pathetic sleepwalker
the hinge speaks lines to no one′s back a sulking whispered sigh

smart people say to me that I'm exemplary
and they should know cause they′re all wearing white
I wanna grab those keys peacekeepers mocking me
I just want a chance to scratch my back I just want a chance to scratch my back


the window surfs on quilted seas a mole-faced blond bad teeth
the nocturne drowns out gnawing pleas no silverware for me
the wood pulp grins laughs in full color a joke for none to hear
the needle's worth a thousand words drilling it into me

smart people say to me that I'm exemplary
and they should know cause they′re all wearing white
I wanna grab those keys peacekeepers mocking me
I just want a chance to scratch my back I just want a chance to scratch my back

thursday we had class outside, it didn′t rain
my favorite place is full of tiles
and dirt goes down the drain