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 and watch me die

You keep sayin, "Kick it, quit it"

Lord, 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 white powder dreams

Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams

Home is where the needle marks

Try to heal my broken heart

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 and watch me die

You keep sayin, "Kick it, quit it"

Lord, but did you ever try

To turn your sick soul inside out

So that the world, so that the world can watch you die?

Can watch you die

Watch you die

Watch you die

You say, "Kick it"

You keep sayin', "Quit it"

Did you ever try?

Ooh-ooh

Turn your sick soul inside out

So the world can watch you die