Comin' Home

Murder By Death


By the light of the moon,
I'm comin' home.
Howlin' all the way,
I'm comin' home.
On my hands and knees,
I'm comin' home.
I know when I've been beat, yeah,
I'm comin' home.

By the skin of my teeth,
I'm comin' home.
By the sound of my feet,
you'll know I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home...
But I ain't comin' home for you.

I'm ridin' out the wind,
I'm comin' home.
It don't matter where I been,
I'm comin' home.
Crawlin' on all fours,
I'm comin' home.
Turnin' brick walls into doors,
I'm comin' home.

I got that taste in my mouth,
I got a hunger in my gut.
My skin has turned to leather.
My hair is banded rope.
My knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt
but now i miss the things I have done without.

I'm comin' home,
but I ain't comin' home for you.
I'm comin' home and there ain't nothin' you can do about it.
Ain't nothin' you can do about it.

Don't leave the light on.
Don't need you anymore,
my old friend put a cross above the door,
hang up the boards .
I'm on my way...
I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home.
I'm comin' home.

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