Stolen from the kingdom Heavy gold and one drum So your father keeps a loaded gun And your mother speaks with a golden tongue
A swollen and numb conundrum Everyone's someone's sun Your garden keeper's a cheerful drunk Your fortune sleeps in a sunken trunk
Home I think I think best at home Somewhere else on a shelf sits new ideas not yet my own Somewhere else perfect health with no bad memories just good bones
Home I even get lost at home Somewhere else someone helps everyone else except their own self Somewhere else something melts making new sceneries Gonna seem like home's hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
