Going Home Songtext
von The Hippos
Going Home Songtext
No man should see what these eyes have seen
The mess that I′ve cleaned
The people so green
Things that were said
Went straight to your head
Evil was shown
Oh how it's grown
With blood on our path
We will not do the math
We don′t care
Oh and so it is told
That the air will be cold over there
Please take good care
We're going home
We're going home
We′re going home
Finally rest these old bones
His majesty sleeps high in the trees
Sends his pawns spinning from west to the east
Begging him please
To see how it feels
This wasn′t agreed on
When they signed the deal
With blood on our path
We will not do the math
We don't care
Oh and so it is told
That the air will be cold over there
Please take good care
We′re going home
We're going home
We′re going home
Finally rest these old bones
No man should see what these eyes have seen
The mess that I've cleaned
The people so green
Things that were said
Went straight to your head
Evil was shown
With blood on our path
We will not do the math
We don′t care
Oh and so it is told
That the air will be cold over there
Please take good care
We're going home
We're going home
We′re going home
Finally rest these old bones
The mess that I′ve cleaned
The people so green
Things that were said
Went straight to your head
Evil was shown
Oh how it's grown
With blood on our path
We will not do the math
We don′t care
Oh and so it is told
That the air will be cold over there
Please take good care
We're going home
We're going home
We′re going home
Finally rest these old bones
His majesty sleeps high in the trees
Sends his pawns spinning from west to the east
Begging him please
To see how it feels
This wasn′t agreed on
When they signed the deal
With blood on our path
We will not do the math
We don't care
Oh and so it is told
That the air will be cold over there
Please take good care
We′re going home
We're going home
We′re going home
Finally rest these old bones
No man should see what these eyes have seen
The mess that I've cleaned
The people so green
Things that were said
Went straight to your head
Evil was shown
With blood on our path
We will not do the math
We don′t care
Oh and so it is told
That the air will be cold over there
Please take good care
We're going home
We're going home
We′re going home
Finally rest these old bones
Writer(s): Ariel Rechtshaid, James Bairian, Louis Castle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

