April 1st Lyrics

	Home – where you can hold your hands together all you please
	Won’t erase the tender tidings you endured
	You’re just another family member on their knees
	Just a social work statistic out the door
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	Where they are tonight well you will never know
	But I swear that I will find them now
	More – it’s more than just a simple question of decay
	More than all those fists than beat into your door
	It’s more than all the shrinks that told you you’re okay
	It’s more than anything that I have waited for
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	And if they even can remember I don’t know
	But I swear that they’ll remember now
	Home – it’s just another word you’ll always push away
	Just a memory you wear outside your clothes
	And it will burn down into cinders and some day
	They will burrow down to their parental holes
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	And if they’ve ever paid a price well I don’t know
	But I swear that they will pay one now

	Home where you can hold your hands together all you please
	Won' t erase the tender tidings you endured
	You' re just another family member on their knees
	Just a social work statistic out the door
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	Where they are tonight well you will never know
	But I swear that I will find them now
	More it' s more than just a simple question of decay
	More than all those fists than beat into your door
	It' s more than all the shrinks that told you you' re okay
	It' s more than anything that I have waited for
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	And if they even can remember I don' t know
	But I swear that they' ll remember now
	Home it' s just another word you' ll always push away
	Just a memory you wear outside your clothes
	And it will burn down into cinders and some day
	They will burrow down to their parental holes
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	And if they' ve ever paid a price well I don' t know
	But I swear that they will pay one now

	Home where you can hold your hands together all you please
	Won' t erase the tender tidings you endured
	You' re just another family member on their knees
	Just a social work statistic out the door
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	Where they are tonight well you will never know
	But I swear that I will find them now
	More it' s more than just a simple question of decay
	More than all those fists than beat into your door
	It' s more than all the shrinks that told you you' re okay
	It' s more than anything that I have waited for
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	And if they even can remember I don' t know
	But I swear that they' ll remember now
	Home it' s just another word you' ll always push away
	Just a memory you wear outside your clothes
	And it will burn down into cinders and some day
	They will burrow down to their parental holes
	They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
	With all those pretty little hammers of control
	And if they' ve ever paid a price well I don' t know
	But I swear that they will pay one now

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