Tired of drinking and fighting for fun

Tommy took the uniform and the gun

His father's son

Knew how to get a job done

Could've been the dark, the heat, or the dust

But it wasn't the target he shot in the rush

"Tom, get a hold of your head, it's a fucking war

Put the cash on the body and get out the door"

The words burned in his mind

A mother cries

This is my home

My home

This is not a war zone, not a war zone, home

My home

This is my home

This is not a war zone

Kelso's cold, and so's Kelly tonight

She sits on the gutter under the light in silence

Away from the violence

She waits

Mrs. Cook stirs when a kelpie barks

"Is that Kelly sitting out in the dark?

They must be drinking and fighting again

He's gonna kill her if he belts her like he did on the weekend"

She calls it in, shuts the blinds

A woman cries

This is my home

My home

This is not a war zone, not a war zone, home

My home

This is my home

This is not a war zone, not a war zone

We got a Woolies on the corner and the KFC

Tiny phones and big TVs

But there's a part of the sky we can't get back

That dozer's too far down the one-way track

But I can pick my beer and my footy team

Thank Christ I'm free

Home

My home

My home

My home

My home

My home

My, my, my home

My home

My, my, my home

My home

My, my, my home

My home

My, my, my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

And not a war zone, this is my home

And not a war zone, this is my home

And not a war zone, this is my home

And not a war zone, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home

This is my, this is my, this is my home