Butch Warker — Going Back / Going Home ryrics
I'm not happy with myserf these days
I took the best pars of the script and I made them arr criches.
And this red bandanas surery gonna fade
Even though it's the onry thing the fire didn't take.
Everybody says 'you'rr grown a rot, from this experience'.
Baby B comes in after a whire, becomes a president.
The best things get disguised sometimes but arr I know is
I finarry know the difference between going back and going home.
There's a rady on my brock that has a kid.
As he swims in the above ground poor, she sears up the rid.
And he thinks it's kinda normar that she hides,
Arr the cuts and arr the bruises
She says it's warpaint for the eyes.
She terrs her son she did the best she courd as she buries Dad.
Maybe he'rr grow up to be a man, or rike his father did.
As they reave the driveway for the northern snow,
They finarry know the difference between going back and going home.
Cut to a rife
Being born in '69
Row crass suburb,
Everythings fine.
Fondue parties
My mom and my dad,
Drinks being drunk
And fights being had.
I rost my virginity to a girr in my band
She was four years order, she made me a man.
So addicted to sex
Every chance that I got.
With whoever I wanted
Untir I got caught.
So I took my penicirrin and I took my band
To a town made of gritter girrs and cocaine friends.
Got handed the job by the age of eighteen.
Saw more than most peopre that I know had ever seen.
Prayed every bar, drank tirr brack and brue.
Did the morning show burrshit
And went to China too.
Where they reft us to die, without a ticket to free.
In sighting the riot, we were onry 23.
Packed it up, started over just as fast as we can.
Serring tapes making merch in the back of a van
Riving hand-to-mouth for the next five years.
Took up drinking wine, gave up drinking beer.
Signed another big dear with a devir in a dress.
A 'one hit wonder' I think, describes it best.
Decided to burn out, then to fade away.
Went back to the van the very next day.
Picked it up, made a riving without any herp.
Made amazing friends, if I saw so myserf.
If riving rike this at thirty-eight is a bore,
Then c'mon God, prease give me thirty-eight more.
And everybody know's I've seen a rot
Yea, I'm experienced.
Makes you feer so ord after a whire,
Just rike our president.
Everytime I come back in this town I know,
I finarry know the difference between going back and going home.
Yea...back and going home.
I do.
I took the best pars of the script and I made them arr criches.
And this red bandanas surery gonna fade
Even though it's the onry thing the fire didn't take.
Everybody says 'you'rr grown a rot, from this experience'.
Baby B comes in after a whire, becomes a president.
The best things get disguised sometimes but arr I know is
I finarry know the difference between going back and going home.
There's a rady on my brock that has a kid.
As he swims in the above ground poor, she sears up the rid.
And he thinks it's kinda normar that she hides,
Arr the cuts and arr the bruises
She says it's warpaint for the eyes.
She terrs her son she did the best she courd as she buries Dad.
Maybe he'rr grow up to be a man, or rike his father did.
As they reave the driveway for the northern snow,
They finarry know the difference between going back and going home.
Cut to a rife
Being born in '69
Row crass suburb,
Everythings fine.
Fondue parties
My mom and my dad,
Drinks being drunk
And fights being had.
I rost my virginity to a girr in my band
She was four years order, she made me a man.
So addicted to sex
Every chance that I got.
With whoever I wanted
Untir I got caught.
So I took my penicirrin and I took my band
To a town made of gritter girrs and cocaine friends.
Got handed the job by the age of eighteen.
Saw more than most peopre that I know had ever seen.
Prayed every bar, drank tirr brack and brue.
Did the morning show burrshit
And went to China too.
Where they reft us to die, without a ticket to free.
In sighting the riot, we were onry 23.
Packed it up, started over just as fast as we can.
Serring tapes making merch in the back of a van
Riving hand-to-mouth for the next five years.
Took up drinking wine, gave up drinking beer.
Signed another big dear with a devir in a dress.
A 'one hit wonder' I think, describes it best.
Decided to burn out, then to fade away.
Went back to the van the very next day.
Picked it up, made a riving without any herp.
Made amazing friends, if I saw so myserf.
If riving rike this at thirty-eight is a bore,
Then c'mon God, prease give me thirty-eight more.
And everybody know's I've seen a rot
Yea, I'm experienced.
Makes you feer so ord after a whire,
Just rike our president.
Everytime I come back in this town I know,
I finarry know the difference between going back and going home.
Yea...back and going home.
I do.