I want to go home I have no home I'll find my home Where the pines have grown And sing alone A lonesome tune And sit on my throne In the light of the Moon
There once was a ****** from France Who lived with his brain in a trance They called him insane, So he climbed up a crane And they sadly unbalanced his stance
I'm resigned to wreck creation Pay no heed to obligation Disregarding expectation Throw out all the information Used to bolster reputation Fall into a resignation With no goal or destination Like a permanent vacation Up until abrupt cessation
The party's always over there is nothing more foreign or should I say ingenious say what would Judas priest of On my luck of the Irish coffee in the morning after the rain of terror eyes are up here you go, sir ten death and despair of pants the deer for water keyed entry way to go home is where the heart of the matter.