Lyrics
It’s noon o' clock
And my legs are broken
And there’s bodies on the floor
And the back door’s open
Josie in the kitchen
Soft and sweet
And and we pick her flowers
From down the street
We stain these walls with our blood, our sweat, our tears
Memories are the same
A mess of two years
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
This will never be home again
This will never be home again
This will never be home again
This will never be home again
Lover’s
They came, they went
Forgot about the things
It was time well spent
I miss the drinks, the drugs, the art of love
The pathetic heart broken cunt that we become
Wasted away the nights pretending
Like the morning would never show it’s face
I left a little piece of me
A turn it up turning thirty-three
Thirty-three
This will never be home again
This will never be home again
This will never be home
This will never be home
This will never be home
This will never be home