Avantdale Bowling Club - Home lyrics

When I get back home when I get back home

Looking out the window on the plane
Rain dripping on the windows to my soul
Three years now that I been away
A little fish had to find a bigger bowl
When I touch down on the run way
I'm gonna run straight to my mum
Waiting at the gate
Get the duty free for the old man
And drink it with him till I can't stand
Never been so lonely when I get home
I'm gonna hit up all the homies
And then we'll get stoned
See my Nana and my Grandpop
These days only see them on the laptop
These days I ain't got a day to have off
Been away so long when I get back
I'ma head back out to Avondale
That's home never turn my back
On where I'm from


When I'm back, then it's back on
(When I get home)
They say: "when you coming back Tom?"
I say "maybe never brother
But is that wrong?"
Look, I ain't never gave a
Damn about a flag bruv
I don't own no land that I stand on
And I've never been down with no patriotism
But I love the city that I'm from
And what? When I get home

When I get home when I get home
When I get home when I get back home

I'm standing in this empty room
Dead fern on the window sill
Dried out looking like a prune
My old dream I forgot to water
I was so young then
So naive I thought I'd be
A millionaire by now
Turns out, didn't work out
Like I thought it would
Sold out and went Collingwood
Moved out of my childhood
Neighbourhood for good
The flight was booked it's too
Late to look down now
Ain't nothing but some water
Some old friends that I thought
I loved back then hanging on the same corner
And now I’m feeling like a foreigner
I ain’t the same dude I was
All of that youth is gone, I used it up
I guess I must’ve did so much, I blew my buzz
And now I can’t get no high, I grew too much
It’s just some strangers that I used to love
There’s nothing more left to discuss
I don’t know where I am no more
I thought that it’d be all
Just like I was before then I got home

Then I got home
And the truth is that I don’t
Know where my home is anymore
When I get back home (home) when I get home
And the truth is that I don’t
Know where my home is anymore
When I get home when I get back home

A walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home i left 3 days ago
No one seem's to know I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain
And it might not be such a bad idea
If i never went home again, home again
Home again
If i never went home again, home again
Home again
If i never went home again, home again
Home again
If i never went home again, home again
Home again

Kick it, Quit it, Kick it, Quit it, Kick it
Can't go home
Kick it, Quit it, Kick it, Quit it, Kick it
Quit it can't go home
Kick it, Quit it, Kick it, Quit it, Kick it
Quit it can't go home
Kick it, Quit it, Kick it, Quit it, Kick it
Quit it

And our heroes wore black, and we fought back
And we thought that the world
Was flat for a fact
Because the furthest that we'd been
From home was the laundromat
Back in standard four I walked the
Tracks to the mall and back
And that was like a world trip to us
The back of the bus
That was like a space ship to us, oblivious
To just how small our so
Called 'big city' was
And all that gulf war shit
That didn't mean shit to us
We just flushed it
Kinda like the history they
Hushed with the musket
Kinda like the ancient Maori custom
They crushed into custard squares
Like tapu in the Tupperware cupboard
With the treaty that they kaka'd on
Clean green babylon
Where everybody’s on the synthetic weed like
Some crabs in a bucket bong
Sitting in a long white smoke cloud
Home town or ghost town
Don't know how to tell
The difference anymore
Hoe tells a tale about a hotel
Whole town go around talking about what
They don't really know about
It's kinda like a giant hair
Salon where I'm from
Nobody really wants to cheer you
On where I'm from
Remember that game that we played in
The days at the pools
Where we fought for first place
On a floating log?
I don't remember what the motive was
But as soon as someone new got on we
Were all hoping someone throws him off
While the hater on the water
Gun's tryna hose him off
'This dude's won twice in a row
Look at him showing off'
You get too cocky, and your poppy get cut
You get too poppy and you'll probably
Get jumped where I from
The land of the long line of road cones
The home of the homeless
The hole in the ozone
Where the young sheep work the
Street selling their wool
And we gather round the town square
To yell at the fool clean green red meat
Where the vegans get eaten
And the feelings get beat, dead
End job, dead end street, Dead end town
Where the rents mad dear but meth's cheap
And making it is just making it to next week
Once were rainbow warriors now
We just sink drink
Washed up on the north shore almost extinct
Deep fried native tongue served with
A side of kumara fries the youth euthanised
Suicide rates higher than the rent
The government sitting on it's fat assets
25 mill on a flag test
New Key, same monarchy, snarky, sarky
Pakeha talking malarky
Living off the misery of Maori, Finger
Up her ass like John Hopoate
Milking the manaakitanga
As if parliament's a party that
Her man's DJing at
But I ain't playing that
I Jumped up in an Uber and told the pilot
To take me back home