Down Home

There's a place inside your head

Where the demon crawls and creeps

There's a voice just down the way

And to hear it makes you weep

And you know you'll never leave

But you swore you'd never stay

There's a gun beside the bed

And you wonder who's to blame

Home... goin home

So she summons all the dead

Saves the pictures in the hall

Those ghosts they smile back

As they hang from momma's wall

And it's rumored that I'm next

My days they say are few

But I wouldn't count on it

I've got things I'm paid to do

Home... goin home

So count your blessings now

Cause they tally whom they prey

And we're all just doin time

At the 669 we wait

Home... goin home