Deadly Syndrome This Old Home
This old home
Won't let me out
People come and
Some children leave
This hole is deepening
It's going to swallow me
I'm just like
Just like the mites
Their plot's the same as
The same as mine
Tearing down this house
One piece at a time
Where there is nothing left
But small town charm
There's really nothing left
And it seems so far
Dust gathers round us
This house was built to fall
I'll be your compass
If you'll be my wrecking ball
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
(I'll never go)
Come back home...
(I'll never go)
Come back home...
(I'll never go)
Come back home...
(back home)
Come back home...
