Home Is Where the Hatred Is

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Stand as far away from me as you can
And ask me, “Why?”
Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep saying, “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?
Watch you die

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Home is where I live inside
My white powdеr dreams
Home was once an еmpty 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
Never went home again
Never went home again
Kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
To turn your sick soul inside-out
Kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
Did you ever try?
Did you ever try
To turn your soul inside-out?