It’s in your river that I floated
In your field that I grew up
Twisted paths, trees and birds
I’m coming home

And mother, you were never so bad
You were a mother.
And father you are a father
Forget-me-not!

They come, they fall and they roll on the ground
They are bleak they creek and speak
They come, they fall and they roll on the ground
They are bleak….
I don’t think it’s sane

So bring me somewhere I belong
I can’t stant this stagnant air anymore to much alcohol
I’m coming home
Some of them cheat some of them lies
they are creeps, some on them die

They come, they fall and they roll on the ground
They are bleak they creek and speak
They come, the fall and they roll on the ground
They are bleak
I don’t think it’s sane

So I coming home….

Oh you are my pride, everywhere I come across the river
Oh if I try to remember, you came to me you gave me fever
I’m going home…
I’m running wild
Despite what you said
And if I bleed
I’m coming home