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