No Place Like Home

We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
Whatever's left gets burned or buried
For if by chance we return

We'll leave a note to Whom It May Concern:
"Fuck you and your front lawn
I'd rather die with my hands tied
Than holding a gun"

There's no place
Like home for collecting burdens

And conjuring ghosts that don't
Know they're dead

Soon there's gonna be a fight
And we'll all have to choose sides

Like kids on the playground
But everyone's hungry

There's no place like home
For collecting burdens

And conjuring ghosts that don't
Know they're dead

He insists he's just sick
And I don't have the heart to tell him

Any different

Its the way it's been and the way it will be
Until we leave

We don't need a mirror
We don't need those pictures on the wall
We don't need to see ourselves

As we are now to remember where we came from

We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
I'll get the dog, you get the baby
And pray that there's a God to light our way