Home

Boats and their freighters

Planes and their cars

Fossils in craters

Guns and guitars

When we Gone meet our maker

We walk the path alone

If you're wondering what to call me

You can call me home

The Goose is made of spruce

I'm solid oak bones

Queen Mary's cherry

Among the prettiest we've known

Freedom's a firearm

Made of ivory and chrome

Some stuff's not fit for naming

But You can call me home

Evil is a name of a

Foreman as i live alone

My arteries are empty

Now that you've all moved on

Only dusty stains remain

Around the nails in my walls

Ready to hang more folks up

When they call me home"