| Song | Homesick |
| Artist | Pennywise |
| Album | Live At The Key Club |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I walk down my old street | |
| Used to be home for me and | |
| now there's spraypaint on the walls | |
| I see a house that at one time looked nice | |
| but now it is abandoned | |
| There's nothing left at all | |
| So why, why must we let our chances fly | |
| When oh when oh will we ever see hope again | |
| Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye | |
| Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when | |
| our city used to be such a beautiful place | |
| Now you can't walk down the street | |
| the same and think you'll see the same | |
| My hands are in the air | |
| It makes no sense to me | |
| I cannot explain this tragety | |
| My first trip to city | |
| I remember thinking | |
| that the buildings stood so tall | |
| and when I see that my old stomping ground | |
| is just a ravaged | |
| they seem so small now rather | |
| feel like I'm living in someone else's-dream | |
| It dosen't seem this is the way | |
| that things should be | |
| it's like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity | |
| Whatever it is it is be-yond-me | |
| Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me | |
| A virus spreading through the street | |
| It astounds me | |
| Homesickness |
| I walk down my old street | |
| Used to be home for me and | |
| now there' s spraypaint on the walls | |
| I see a house that at one time looked nice | |
| but now it is abandoned | |
| There' s nothing left at all | |
| So why, why must we let our chances fly | |
| When oh when oh will we ever see hope again | |
| Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye | |
| Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when | |
| our city used to be such a beautiful place | |
| Now you can' t walk down the street | |
| the same and think you' ll see the same | |
| My hands are in the air | |
| It makes no sense to me | |
| I cannot explain this tragety | |
| My first trip to city | |
| I remember thinking | |
| that the buildings stood so tall | |
| and when I see that my old stomping ground | |
| is just a ravaged | |
| they seem so small now rather | |
| feel like I' m living in someone else' sdream | |
| It dosen' t seem this is the way | |
| that things should be | |
| it' s like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity | |
| Whatever it is it is beyondme | |
| Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me | |
| A virus spreading through the street | |
| It astounds me | |
| Homesickness |
| I walk down my old street | |
| Used to be home for me and | |
| now there' s spraypaint on the walls | |
| I see a house that at one time looked nice | |
| but now it is abandoned | |
| There' s nothing left at all | |
| So why, why must we let our chances fly | |
| When oh when oh will we ever see hope again | |
| Why, why, why is it hard to say goodbye | |
| Well oh well oh at least I can still remember when | |
| our city used to be such a beautiful place | |
| Now you can' t walk down the street | |
| the same and think you' ll see the same | |
| My hands are in the air | |
| It makes no sense to me | |
| I cannot explain this tragety | |
| My first trip to city | |
| I remember thinking | |
| that the buildings stood so tall | |
| and when I see that my old stomping ground | |
| is just a ravaged | |
| they seem so small now rather | |
| feel like I' m living in someone else' sdream | |
| It dosen' t seem this is the way | |
| that things should be | |
| it' s like a dark cloud swallowed up humanity | |
| Whatever it is it is beyondme | |
| Homesickness is the flu that surrounds me | |
| A virus spreading through the street | |
| It astounds me | |
| Homesickness |