By the light of the moon, Im comin home Howlin all the way, Im comin home On my hands and knees, Im comin home I know when Ive been beat, yea, Im comin home By the skin of my teeth, Im comin home By the sole of my feet, you know Im comin home Im comin home, but I aint comin home for you Im riding out the wind, Im comin home It dont matter where Ive been, Im comin home Crawlin on all fours, Im comin home Turnin brick walls into doors, Im comin home Ive got the taste in my mouth Ive got a hunger in my gut My skin has turned to leather My hair is banded rope My knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt But now I miss things that I have done without Im comin home But I aint comin home for you Im comin home Aint nothin you can do about it Aint nothin you can do about it Dont leave the light on Dont need you anymore, my old friend Put a cross above the door Lay up the boards Im on my way Im comin home Im comin home Im comin home Im comin home Im comin home
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