Intro :
Dont feel like home, he's a little out
And all these words alone, there's nothing like a bullet
Putting in and putting in, dont feel like methodone
A scratching voice, all alone, there's nothing like a baratone
Is nothing as it seems, the little that he needs is home
The little that he seems is nothing he concedes is home.
One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like an ozon
There's nothing as it seems, all that he needs is home.
The little that he frees, is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own, a chip of the cornerstone.
Who's kidding, rainy day, a oneway ticket, head stone.
Occupations overthrown, whisper through a megaphone.
(x2)
Is nothing as it seems, the little that he needs is home
The little that he seems is nothing he concedes is home.
And all that he frees, a l ittle bit of sweet is home.
Is nothing as it seems, the li ttle that you see, is ho me