Tell me now. . . 
Who’s in charge here? 
I thought help was on the way 
It took so many years to get out of here 
Now I’m back where I belong 
Now I’m back where I belong 
Next to you 
Stuck to you 

Here’s [bad word]  . . 
There’s no difference 
Between poison and the cure 
When the one tastes so great it’s a crying shame 
That I’m back where I belong 
Now I’m back where I belong 
Next to you 
Stuck with you 

Say goodnight to your mother 
Say a prayer for your father 
Wake me when the thunderclouds are rolling in 
Take me to a hazy Sunday morning 

I heard your eyes and I touched your tongue 
When we were kids we never felt so young 
Take me to a hazy Sunday morning 

I heard your eyes and I touched your tongue 
When we were kids we never felt so young 
Take me to a hazy Sunday morning