GIL SCOTT-HERON AND BRIAN JACKSON - Home Is Where The Hatred Is (Live) lyrics

rate me

A junkie walking through the twilight

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone

Home is where the hatred is

Home is filled with pain and it,

might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again

stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why

hang on to your rosary beads

close your eyes to watch me die

you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it

God, but did you ever try

to turn your sick soul inside out

so that the world, so that the world

can watch you die

home is where I live inside my white powder dreams

home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams

home is where the needle marks

try to heal my broken heart

and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again

home again

home again

home again

kick it, quit it

kick it, quit it

kick it, quit it

kick it, can't go home again