Quote "talking about music is like dancing to architecture" (Frank Zappa) | Home1. Str. If it hurts deep inside And you've got no one To leave behind If you are brusque Accept no excuse No place to hide No will to confide Ref. I guess you like my home I bet you adore me now 2. Str. If you conform In their mediocrity Feelings are opaque No place to flee If you're bruised Wounded like hell There will be no one you can tell Oh, I never thought we'd reach this point Of no return Of no progress Ref. I guess you like my home I bet you adore me now 3. Str. When the stains on your soul Growing like cancer Feeling sour When you laugh It's the laughter of death You only check Lest I forget Ref. I guess you like my home I bet you adore me now |