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
 Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams
 Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams
 Home 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
 Stand as far away from me as you can
 And ask me, "Why?"
 Hang on to your rosary beads
 Close your eyes and watch me die
 You 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, 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 screams
 Home is where the needle marks
 Tried and tried and tried
 And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
 If I never went home again
 And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
 And it might not be such a bad idea
 See I need to get outta here
 And it might not be such a bad idea
 See what I got need to get outta here
 And it might not be such a bad idea
 And it might not be such a bad idea
 And it might not be such a bad idea if I never
 Never, never, never
 Never went home