This Is Home
We work and slave the day away.
We're raised in perfect families.
We fuck and fight like vagabonds.
We dance like fucking animals.
Don't stop the band is coming on.
Rude boys and punk will shout along.
Police cars bring cuffs and loaded guns.
Kids scream, but laughing as they run.
I hope
do you wanna let go?
Do you want to this time?
I hope you want to let go.
Cause this is home.
Gun shots the punks are rioting.
The stage is slowly crumbling.
Smashed doors and try to stay alive.
A few drinks and a lot of broken lights.
Go hide and call the cavalry.
Lets dance in perfect harmony.
Get close the crowd will come apart.
That girl will try to make you hard.