Letra de 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 goneHome 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 againStand as far away from me as you can And ask me, "Why?" Hang on to your rosary beads Close your eyes to watch me dieYou keep saying, "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 So that the world Can watch you die?Home is where I live inside My white powder dreams Home was once an empty vacuum That's filled now with my silent screamsHome is where the needle marks Tried to heal my broken heart And it might not be such a bad idea if I never If I never went home again Home again, home again, home againKick it, quit it, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it, kick it Can't go home again, home again, home again You know I can't go home again