Home Is Where The Hatred Is

a junkie walking through the twilight,

i`m on my way home.

i left three days ago

but no one seems to know i`m gone.

home is where the hatred is,

home is filled with pain,

and it might not be such a bad idea

if i never, never went home again.

stand as far away from me as you can,

and ask me why.

hang on to your rosary beads,

close your eyes to watch me die.

you keep sayin`,

`kick it!

quit it!

kick it!

quit it!

kick it!

quit it!`

god, but did you ever try

to turn your sick soul

inside out

so that the world

can watch you die.

home is where i live

inside my white power dreams,

home was once an empty vacuum

that`s filled now

with my silent screams.

home is where the needle marks

try to hear my broken heart,

and it might not be such a bad idea

if i never, never went home again.

home again,

home again,

home again,

kick it quit it,

kick it quit it,

kick it quit it,

kick it,

can`t go home again.