| I have fought against my will | |
| I have run, I have killed | |
| I will walk when I get the chance | |
| But I can't climb that crooked fence | |
| Won't you hold your head up high | |
| Let the sand dry your eyes | |
| I have fought against my will | |
| And I can't walk, 'cause I have killed | |
| I can't walk, 'cause I have killed | |
| Home, won't you keep me | |
| I have three more mouths to feed | |
| Before I fly away from heat | |
| I get scared a thousand ways | |
| 'Cause all the men here have no face | |
| I have searched for the land of grace | |
| While I counted away the days | |
| Nothing but dust here to see | |
| It's too late, 'cause I ain't me | |
| I ain't me, I ain't me, I ain't me | |
| Home, won't you keep me |