Proper Home

I'm folding down the corner of the page in this page turner Keep my place at the table, I won't be long A lucid dream awakes Technicolor dancing flames Above the tower of bad behavior I am gone Blood shot disenfranchised souls Coming back to what we know We realize, we need a proper home There's no good explanation For the road that I have taken I used to want to fly but now I don't Suck the neck until it dies The evening takes another life Awaking boxes buried by the road And I don't care to see the way I'm not aligned Though I'm nearly satisfied Ohh oh And I can't wait to end the day, most the time If the curtain dropped tomorrow, I wouldn't mind And I don't care to see the way I'm not aligned Though I'm nearly satisfied Ohh oh Blood shot disenfranchised souls Coming back to what we know We realize, we just need a proper home Smoke fair teeth and yellow gold We all know where the old piss goes I realize I've acquired a proper home