Go Back Home

Billy’s gone to fight a war
While the saints go marching in
With a bottle of fire and vengeance
And his mother’s Valium
Dealing retribution
From the bottom of the deck
One last shot at redemption
For a lifetime of regret

And there’s no room for purity
In this world
You can stand up and shout and still not be heard

Well he didn’t show for work today
Stole the old man’s car
Took the good book and a .44
For preaching to the choir
The neon signs are flashing
Beyond the moon and stars
Sometimes you got to come around
To remember who you are

And there’s no room for purity
In this world
You can stand up and shout and still not be heard

When did you forget (when did you forget)
That you’re alive (that you’re alive)
When did you look (when did you look)
When did you decide (when did you decide)
When did you let your past
Define your fate
When did you act the way
You’re taught to hate?

Going round and round at home
Crowded out, yet all alone
Things just happen, more or less
The world just has its way, I guess
Sometimes I feel that there’s a way
To win the game that I can’t play
Things just happen for the best
You could have much more or less

And there’s no room for purity
In this world
You can stand up and shout and still not be heard

Go back home (go back home)
You belong
Where you’re from (where you’re from)
Go back home (go back home)
You belong (You belong)

You can’t live forever on
Grand notions alone
Sometimes you gotta shake the dust
Then go back home
Then go back home