Letras
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 may 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
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?
Home is where I live inside
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
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
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?
Can watch you die
Watch you die
Watch you die
You say kick it
You keep saying quit it
But did you ever try?
Mm, turn your sick soul inside out
So the world can watch you die