St. Paul & The Broken Bones Is It Me
Guns how they smoke behind the dogwood trees
All the bars are closed right before the county line
Oh how that breeze smells like honey from a bee
Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?
Jesus is stuck inside my TV screen
Giving all the answers but never holding me
Heaven's too far away and I can't find no peace
Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?
Oh I feel like a cotton rose hiding down between my toes
Precious light, how I seek, I can't believe what I see
Devils want you, take me up with you
I can use the company, and I'm sure you can use it too
Fly in your spaceship, dance on Saturn's rings
Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?
Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?
Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?
