I´m not happy with myself these days
I took the best pars of the script
and I made them all cliches.
And this red bandanas surely gonna fade
Even though it´s the only thing the fire didn´t take.

Everybody says 'you'll grown a lot, from this experience'.
Baby B comes in after a while, becomes a president.
The best things get disguised sometimes but all I know is
I finally know the difference between
going back and going home.

There´s a lady on my block that has a kid.
As he swims in the above ground
pool, she seals up the lid.
And he thinks it´s kinda normal that she hides,
All the cuts and all the bruises
She says it´s warpaint for the eyes.

She tells her son she did the best
she could as she buries Dad.
Maybe he'll grow up to be a man, or like his father did.
As they leave the driveway for the northern snow,
They finally know the difference between
going back and going home.

Cut to a life
Being born in '69
Low class suburb,
Everythings fine. Fondue parties
My mom and my dad,
Drinks being drunk
And fights being had.
I lost my virginity to a girl in my band
She was four years older, she made me a man.
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Every chance that I got.
With whoever I wanted
Until I got caught.
So I took my penicillin and I took my band
To a town made of glitter girls and cocaine friends.
Got handed the job by the age of eighteen.
Saw more than most people that I know had ever seen.
Played every bar, drank till black and blue.
Did the morning show bullshit
And went to China too.
Where they left us to die, without a ticket to flee.
In sighting the riot, we were only 23.
Packed it up, started over just as fast as we can.
Selling tapes making merch in the back of a van
Living hand-to-mouth for the next five years.
Took up drinking wine, gave up drinking beer.
Signed another big deal with a devil in a dress.
A 'one hit wonder' I think, describes it best.
Decided to burn out, then to fade away.
Went back to the van the very next day.
Picked it up, made a living without any help.
Made amazing friends, if I saw so myself.
If living like this at thirty-eight is a bore,
Then c'mon God, please give me thirty-eight more.

And everybody know's I´ve seen a lot
Yea, I´m experienced.
Makes you feel so old after a while,
Just like our president.
Everytime I come back in this town I know,
I finally know the difference between
going back and going home.

Yea...back and going home. I do.