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A junkie walking through the twilight |
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I'm on my way home |
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I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone |
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Home is where the hatred is |
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Home is filled with pain and it, |
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might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again |
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stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why |
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hang on to your rosary beads |
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close your eyes to watch me die |
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you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it |
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God, but did you ever try |
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to turn your sick soul inside out |
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so that the world, so that the world |
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can watch you die |
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home is where I live inside my white powder dreams |
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home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams |
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home is where the needle marks |
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try to heal my broken heart |
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and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again |
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home again |
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home again |
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home again |
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kick it, quit it |
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kick it, quit it |
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kick it, quit it |
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kick it, can't go home again |
