"Home Sweet Hell" lyrics

8150 Shady Grove Lane
Looks kinda different with a fresh coat of paint
Sitting right where it was
Damn they really fixed it up

Somewhere in the kitchen, there's a line on the wall
My name next to it, seven years tall
Younger than I should've been
To be older than I should've been

Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearin' mama crying out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
If you wanna know where I come from
That home sweet, home sweet hell

Daddy kept a bottle up on that shelf
Next to a Bible I read to myself
The devil had a heavy hand
But the red letters saved me from a black label man

Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearin' mama crying out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
If you wanna know where I come from
That home sweet, home sweet hell

Every anxiety, every crash out
The way that I tuck it away and shut down
The me that I hate, yeah, he came from that house
That home sweet, home sweet

Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearin' mama crying out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
If you wanna know where I come from
That home sweet, home sweet hell