Intro : Dont feel like home, he's a little out And all these words alone, there's nothing like a bullet Putting in and putting in, dont feel like methodone A scratching voice, all alone, there's nothing like a baratone Is nothing as it seems, the little that he needs is home The little that he seems is nothing he concedes is home. One uninvited chromosome, a blanket like an ozon There's nothing as it seems, all that he needs is home. The little that he frees, is nothing he believes. Saving up a sunny day, something maybe two tone. Anything of his own, a chip of the cornerstone. Who's kidding, rainy day, a oneway ticket, head stone. Occupations overthrown, whisper through a megaphone. (x2) Is nothing as it seems, the little that he needs is home The little that he seems is nothing he concedes is home. And all that he frees, a little bit of sweet is home. Is nothing as it seems, the little that you see, is home