Tytuł: Home is anywhere you hang your head

• Wykonawca: Elvis Costello
• Wyświetleń: 222

  
   Here comes Mr. Misery
  He's tearing out his hair again
  He's crying over her again
  He's standing in the super-market shouting at the customers
  Here comes Mr. Misery
  He'll never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood
  He's contemplating murder again
  He must be in love
  
  Chorus: But you know she doesn't want you
  But you can't seem to get it in your head
  Oh and you can't sleep at night
  And she haunts you when you go to bed
  When you're tired of talking and you can't drink it down
  So you hang around and drown instead
  Home isn't where it used to be
  Home is anywhere you hang your head
  
  You hang your head
  Home is anywhere
  You hang your head
  Home is anywhere
  You hang your head
  Home is anywhere you hang your head
  
  Here comes Mr. Misery
  Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot
  Saying "You'd look cute in your birthday suit"
  You tore him out and screwed him up
  Like a bad page in a naughty picture book
  
  They day ended as it began
  As he was seconds older than the man he was this morning
  And the world has wiped it's mouth since then
  Or maybe it was yawning