Well I spent my father's wake, in the shopfront of the raining city
Dragging on a borrowed cigarette
And I curse all my tomorrows, 'cause I'm sick all the pity
Just a once proud man who tried to do his best
Carry me home, carry me home again
Well I missed a weekly pay, and I couldn't afford to stay
Thought I'd sleep one night on the summer city street
But that was lots of bottles ago now, my pretty face is spent
Just a face of ridicule for all the rest
Mamma I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry for your pain
Won't you forgive me now 'cause I just wanna live
I wish I never brought shame on you, and I'm sorry that you cry
If this body would just let me stay
Won't you carry me home
Mamma carry me home
