Lyrics
there s a place inside your head
those ghosts they smile back
My days they say are few, where the demon crawls and creeps, i ve got things i m payed to do
Where the demon crawls and creeps, home goin home, so count your blessings now
Home goin home, as they hang from momma s wall, there s a voice just down the way
saves the pictures in the hall
Home goin home, home goin home
Home goin home, but i wouldn t count on it
Home goin home, there s a voice just down the way
But you swore you d never stay, there s a place inside your head Home, saves the pictures in the hall
there s a gun beside the bed
At the 669 we wait, but i wouldn t count on it
As they hang from momma s wall, there s a place inside your head Home, and we re all just doin time
As they hang from momma s wall, saves the pictures in the hall, home goin home
at the 669 we wait
And we re all just doin time, there s a place inside your head
So she summons all the dead, but you swore you d never stay Home, at the 669 we wait
Saves the pictures in the hall, cause they tally whom they prey
saves the pictures in the hall
And it s rumored that i m next, so count your blessings now
and you know you ll never leave
home goin home
As they hang from momma s wall, home goin home
There s a place inside your head, but you swore you d never stay, and you wonder who s to blame
and you know you ll never leave
home goin home
So she summons all the dead, and you know you ll never leave, as they hang from momma s wall
There s a gun beside the bed, but i wouldn t count on it
But you swore you d never stay, and you know you ll never leave
Saves the pictures in the hall, there s a voice just down the way
Home goin home, and you wonder who s to blame
at the 669 we wait
As they hang from momma s wall, i ve got things i m payed to do, home goin home
so count your blessings now
Cause they tally whom they prey, my days they say are few
home goin home
As they hang from momma s wall, my days they say are few
As they hang from momma s wall, and you wonder who s to blame
and you wonder who s to blame
and you wonder who s to blame
saves the pictures in the hall
There s a voice just down the way, those ghosts they smile back, i ve got things i m payed to do
And you wonder who s to blame, i ve got things i m payed to do, and you wonder who s to blame
so count your blessings now
Home goin home, and you know you ll never leave
at the 669 we wait
i ve got things i m payed to do
Saves the pictures in the hall, and you know you ll never leave
And to hear it makes you weep, at the 669 we wait Home, those ghosts they smile back
but you swore you d never stay
Home goin home, but i wouldn t count on it, there s a gun beside the bed
So count your blessings now, home goin home Seraphim, and to hear it makes you weep
and you know you ll never leave
my days they say are few
I ve got things i m payed to do, those ghosts they smile back
home goin home
So she summons all the dead, my days they say are few
there s a gun beside the bed