Home Is Where the Hatred Is

Home Is Where the Hatred Is - Bossa Nostra/Vicki Anderson

Composed by：G. Scott Heron

A junkie walking through the twilight

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago but noone 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

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

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

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

Watch you die

Watch you die

Watch you die