It's that time again when I lose my friends
Go walkabout, I've got the bends from pressure
This is a testing time when the choice is mine
I a fool for love or foolish with desire
You can throw him out you can spit on him
Call what he does a sin if it makes you feel better

And I can't believe you're all I'll ever need
And I need to feel that you're not holding me
And the way I feel just makes me want to [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home
Come [bad word] home [bad word] home

After thirty years I've [bad word] my fears
I've [bad word] the kind of man I always hated
I am pulled apart, and my swollen heart
Has flipped out of the pan into the fire
I am in love insane with a sense of shame
That I threw stones at the condemned and
Now I'm slated

And I don't believe you're all I'll ever need
And I need to feel that you're not holding me
And the way I feel just makes me want to [bad word] home [bad word] home [bad word] home
Come [bad word] home [bad word] home
Come [bad word] home [bad word] home