Home Is Where the Hatred Is

A junkie walking through the twilight
 I'm on my way home
 I left three days ago
 No one seems to know I'm gone
 Home is where the hatred is
 Home is filled with pain
 And there might not be such a bad idea
 I never went home again
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 Stand as far away from me as you can
 Don't ask me why
 Hang on to your rosary beads
 Close your eyes to watch me die
 You keep sayin'
 'Kick it! Quit it!
 Kick it! Quit it!
 But did you ever try?
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 To turn your sick soul
 Inside out
 So that the world, so that the world
 Can watch you die
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 Home is where I live inside my white power dreams
 Home was once an empty vacuum
 That's filled now with my silent screams
 Home is where the needle marks
 Try to hear my broken heart
 And it might not be such a bad idea
 If I never, never went home again (home again)
 Home again
 Home again
 Kick it, quit it
 Kick it, quit it
 Kick it, quit it
 Quit it