Home Is Where the Hatred Is

A junkie walking through the twilight. I'm on my way home. I left home 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. Stan

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