| Hey, it’s really quiet in my headphones |
| Turn it up |
| One, two, three, go |
| We’re not the weak ones |
| And we built ourselves a home alone with no one, with no one |
| And we say we are nails |
| They say we are stale |
| And we say, we won’t fail |
| We say we are nails |
| They say we are stale |
| We say, we won’t |
| 'Cause I built this house with my bare hands |
| Never had anyone to help me |
| And I’m bleeding from my scabs |
| With no one to wrap them |
| And I built this house with my bare hands |
| You just watched me |
| And I built the roof above my head |
| With no one to help me |
| What made you think that you can break the walls of home? |
| (No, not at all, no, no, not at all) |
| Your life is just another empty, hollow room, it suits you, it suits you, |
| it suits you |
| You can’t blow down |
| Our brick stone house |
| And you can’t cut out |
| Our cold drought |
| You can’t blow down |
| Our brick stone house |
| And you can’t cut out |
| Our cold drought |
| 'Cause I built this house with my bare hands |
| Never had anyone to help me |
| And I’m bleeding from my scabs |
| With no one to wrap them |
| And I built this house with my bare hands |
| You just watched me |
| And I built the roof above my head |
| With no one to help me |
| And we say we are nails |
| They say we are stale |
| And we say, we won’t fail |
| We say we are nails |
| And they say we are stale |
| We say, we won’t fail |
| And we say we are nails |
| And they say we are stale |
| We say, we won’t fail |
| And we say we are nails |
| And they say we are stale |
| And we say, we won’t fail |
| We say we are nails |
| And they say, 'cause they say |
| 'Cause I built this house with my bare hands |
| Never had anyone to help me |
| And I’m bleeding from my scabs |
| With no one to wrap them |
| And I built this house with my bare hands |
| You just watched me |
| And I built the roof above my head |
| With no one to help me |
| 'Cause I built this house with my bare hands |
| Never had anyone to help me |
| And I’m bleeding from my scabs |
| With no one to wrap them |
| And I built this house with my bare hands |
| You just watched me |
| And I built the roof above my head |
| With no one to help me |