This house is made of dirt and dust
The basments full of grime and rust
The floors make my feet turn grey
Sweeping never makes it go away

The dirt and crumbs are everywhere
Bed full of bits and animal hair
I try to clean it out the best I can
I just wanna burn the dust pan

Neverending filth fills my resting place
Afraid to let my body touch the sheets
I wash them but filth just likes to chase
It covers up my skin and eats and eats

Pillows always fall through the cracks
I use a sheet of foam because it stacks
Neatly up against the wall, it holds me
So I sleep in the filth and dirt I can't see

Stained matress and broken bedframe
They barely keep me up off of the floor
Itchy dirt and hair fills me with shame
Brush it off but theres always just more

I put my hands under my head to sleep
So the filth doesn't touch my face
I feel like a disgusting dirty creep...