Stagger Sunday and a black sky blue
Yardstick nailed to the old church pew
Page revelations twenty ought two
And I wanna go home go home
Ballet bluebird through the window pane
Dancing naked on the weather vane
Robin red says it looks like rain
And I wanna go home go home
You can justify the reason why to the lord on high
But he knows what you've done, and you can't run
Poison flower stinging bumblebees
Hikes her skirt up past her knees
Turn the page verse twenty ought three
And I wanna go home go home
Butterfly in the coffee spill
A Cheshire smile and a Piccadill
Drown in prose from the feathered quill
And I wanna go home go home
If I don't believe what you perceive in the knots you weave
The tracks gone off the train you can't restrain
Abel loved Cain even as the blade slipped through his vein
The truth can deceive, so you best believe
I can't see the brighter side
I can't taste the suicide
I am terrified of what I confide
I can be justified in my own mind I can
Swim in bleach burn of the sin I'm seething in
Peel back the skin let it crawl deep within
Now you can see what's inside of me
I am broken
I am broken
I am broken
Clock hands melt on a cement floor
Chains of days link the one before
The forgotten side of an iron door
And I wanna go home go home