E-mail: Here Comes Mr. Misery He’s tearing out his hair again He’s crying over her again He’s standing in the super-market Shouting at the customers Here comes Mr. Misery He’ll never be any good With a mouth full of gold and blood 
Bm7 E He must be in love (Chorus) But you know she doesn’t want you But you can’t seem to get it in your head Oh and you can’t sleep at night And she haunts you when you go to bed When you’re tired of talking and you can’t drink it down So you hang around and drown instead Home isn’t where it used to be Home is anywhere you hang your head You hang your head Home is anywhere You hang your head
Home is anywhere You hang your head Home is anywhere You hang your head Here comes Mr. Misery Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot Saying "You’d look cute in your birthday suit" You tore him out and screwed him up 
Like bad page in naughty picture book The day ended as it began D A
As he was seconds older than the D A
Man he was this morning and The world has wiped its mouth since then
Bm7 E Or maybe it was yawning (Chorus) But you know she doesn’t want you But you can’t seem to get it in your head Oh and you can’t sleep at night And she haunts you when you go to bed When you’re tired of talking and you can’t drink it down So you hang around and drown instead Home isn’t where it used to be Home is anywhere you hang your head You hang your head Home is anywhere You hang your head
Home is anywhere You hang your head Home is anywhere You hang your head