Down Home

There's a place inside your head
 Where the demon crawls and creeps
 There's a voice just down the way
 And to hear it makes you weep
 And you know you'll never leave
 But you swore you'd never stay
 There's a gun beside the bed
 And you wonder who's to blame
 Home... going home
 Home... going home
 So she summons all the dead
 Saves the pictures in the hall
 Those ghosts they smile back
 As they hang from momma's wall
 And it's rumored that i'm next
 My days they say are few
 But i wouldn't bet on this
 I've got things i'm payed to do
 Home... going home
 Home... going home
 So count your blessings now
 Cause they tally whom they prey
 And we're all just doin time
 At the 669 we waits
 Home... going home
 Home... going home
 Home... going home
 Home...