No Kind of Home

"Where were you every night I woke up alone?" Cold sweat keeps you up, "This ain't no kind of home" "Come pick me up" "Damn those boys at the bar, damn the way that you drink" Cold sweat, sleepless nights, when your hands start to shake "Damn that pier where you sit, damn your vengeance for him There’s no bringing him back, fucking buried and dead But you can't let go of that hero’s death You've been left with, left with this debt Couldn’t fight for your country And your mother is an addict" "How dare you? How dare you? How dare you?" "This ain't no kind of home" Come pick me up "Damn that man that you humour Only wants one thing from you Damn those looks that you give him Parlour tricks and I’m played for the fool" How dare you? How dare you? This ain’t no kind of home [x2]