Song | Home Is Where The Hatred Is (Live) |
Artist | Gil Scott-Heron |
Artist | Brian Jackson |
Album | It's Your World |
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作词 : Scott-Heron | |
A junkie walking through the twilight | |
I'm on my way home | |
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone | |
Home is where the hatred is | |
Home is filled with pain and it, | |
might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again | |
stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why | |
hang on to your rosary beads | |
close your eyes to watch me die | |
you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it | |
God, but did you ever try | |
to turn your sick soul inside out | |
so that the world, so that the world | |
can watch you die | |
home is where I live inside my white powder dreams | |
home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams | |
home is where the needle marks | |
try to heal my broken heart | |
and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again | |
home again | |
home again | |
home again | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, can't go home again |
zuo ci : ScottHeron | |
A junkie walking through the twilight | |
I' m on my way home | |
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I' m gone | |
Home is where the hatred is | |
Home is filled with pain and it, | |
might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again | |
stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why | |
hang on to your rosary beads | |
close your eyes to watch me die | |
you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it | |
God, but did you ever try | |
to turn your sick soul inside out | |
so that the world, so that the world | |
can watch you die | |
home is where I live inside my white powder dreams | |
home was once an empty vacuum that' s filled now with my silent screams | |
home is where the needle marks | |
try to heal my broken heart | |
and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again | |
home again | |
home again | |
home again | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, can' t go home again |
zuò cí : ScottHeron | |
A junkie walking through the twilight | |
I' m on my way home | |
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I' m gone | |
Home is where the hatred is | |
Home is filled with pain and it, | |
might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again | |
stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why | |
hang on to your rosary beads | |
close your eyes to watch me die | |
you keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it | |
God, but did you ever try | |
to turn your sick soul inside out | |
so that the world, so that the world | |
can watch you die | |
home is where I live inside my white powder dreams | |
home was once an empty vacuum that' s filled now with my silent screams | |
home is where the needle marks | |
try to heal my broken heart | |
and it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again | |
home again | |
home again | |
home again | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, quit it | |
kick it, can' t go home again |