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