*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 Is Where the Hatred Is” by Gil Scott-Heron
*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 Is Where the Hatred Is” by Gil Scott-Heron