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LETRA 'HOMESICK ANGELS'

It's a small town built on novel objections with white
local papers with only corrections.
There is grease on the collars and ties,
and a life conceived to die.

And I can pass you by with that look on my face that says
"They go f*** off," I'm leaving this place,
so warm up the pavement hot.

To make a nice big parking lot for all those
drug stores and bars meant to erase the reasoning
why we live here anyway.
So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline
and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas,
and I'll bring the lighter.

We'll dance in flames of this old town as
we watch all the buildings come tumbling down.
This is love, this is hell, this was home.
It's a bar room filled with branded rejections,
we're passing the girls we regret that we slept with.
There is stains on the mattress and sheets,
in a bed so hard to sleep.

With the impressions that drunkenness seems to create,
and the swallowing sound that you're jaw seems to make,
this is me, into you, and it's ending.

For tomorrow I'll pretend to be asleep,
as you grab up your shit and take one last look at me.

So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline
and we'll burn this city down.
Bring the gas, and I'll bring the lighter.
We'll dance in flames of this old town
as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down.
This is love, this is hell, this was home.

Tomorrow's skies are grey and looking bleek.
It's all the weather guy can tell me.
My days are brighter than my property
and what it has and what it lacks.

So fire up you're engines and bring the gasoline
and we'll burn this city down. Bring the gas,
and I'll bring the lighter. We'll dance in flames
of this old town as we watch all the buildings come tumbling down.
This is love, this is hell, this was home.

Goodbye Home 3x