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 on to your rosary beads Close your eyes to watch me die You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it God, 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 my 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 And it might not be such a bad idea If I never, if I never went home again Home again Home again Home again Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it Kick it, quit it Kick it, can't go home again Home again Home again You know I can't go home again