Esther Phillips - Home Is Where The Hatred Is

A junkie walking through the twilightI'm on my way homeI left three days ago but no one seems to knowI'm goneHome is where the hatred is, home is filled with painAnd it might not be such a bad ideaIf I never, never went home againStand as far away from me as you can and ask me whyHang on to your rosary beadsClose your eyes to watch me dieYou keep sayin', kick it, quit itKick it, quit it, kick it, quit itGod, but did you ever try to turn your sick soulInside out so that the world can watch you dieHome is where I live, inside my white power dreamsHome was once an empty vacuum that's filled nowWith my silent screamsHome is where the needle marksTry to hear my broken heartAnd it might not be such a bad ideaIf i never, never went home againHome again, home again, home againKick it quit it, kick it quit it, kick it quit itKick it, can't go home again
A junkie walking through the twilightI'm on my way homeI left three days ago but no one seems to knowI'm goneHome is where the hatred is, home is filled with painAnd it might not be such a bad ideaIf I never, never went home againStand as far away from me as you can and ask me whyHang on to your rosary beadsClose your eyes to watch me dieYou keep sayin', kick it, quit itKick it, quit it, kick it, quit itGod, but did you ever try to turn your sick soulInside out so that the world can watch you dieHome is where I live, inside my white power dreamsHome was once an empty vacuum that's filled nowWith my silent screamsHome is where the needle marksTry to hear my broken heartAnd it might not be such a bad ideaIf i never, never went home againHome again, home again, home againKick it quit it, kick it quit it, kick it quit itKick it, can't go home again

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