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 onto 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 onto your rosary beads

Close your eyes to 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 saying, "Quit it"

But did you ever try

To turn your sick soul inside-out...