It's not home
And it's not Tara
If fact do I know you
Have I been here before
This is a dream, right
Deja Vu
Did [bad word] here on my own

Oh I see
 [bad word] to the room Sara for Scarlett
 [bad word] to the choir, sir

Oh
Missionary
Well I will be different
When I get back
And you can take all of the credit
You say everything's fine, baby
But sometimes at night

Where the first cut is the deepest one of all
And the second one
Well it's a worthless thing, so take it all the way back home
Take it home

Oh, downstairs where the big old house is mine
Oh, upstairs where the stars laugh and shine
Oh, oh well I thought that you were mine
Well I thought that you were mine

 [bad word] to the room Sara, Sara (for Scarlett)
 [bad word] to the choir, sir
Well of course it was a problem (for Scarlett)

Front line baby
Well you held her prisoner
And after all these years
Well as well as you knew her

In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends
In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends, baby

When you hang up that phone
Well you cease to exist
 [bad word] to the room Sara
 [bad word]  [bad word] to the room everyone