Slaine - Can't Go Home lyrics

Where am I supposed to go?
I don't think I can do this
For to much longer man
These are the last verses I'll ever write

Lonely roads have been walked
The winter has been long
The ice has never melting
I'm pricing my sins upon a credit card
Still payin my debts
My personal health struggling
Kids lookin up to me
What should I tell to them?
The nightmares upon me
The dirty laundry is on me
I am the darkness standin amongst
An army of zombies
The serenade of the renegade
Has been sung allready
And then some but then past is
Catchin up comin to get me
People know my bloated face
Everywhere I go to chase and cope
I need to slow down, I need to stop
It motivates my flow to space
And motor races in my thoughts
Moving at the speed of light
I can't slow tha pace
Mommy cryin on the phone
Wifey kicked me out the crib
Strangers wanna buy me drinks
Write about the life I live
Push me deeper down
I creep around in this isolation
But what am I after now? What
Is this life I'm chasing?

Back into the darkness, everywhere that I go
My enemies are all dead and
So are my survivals
It's all about being more
Ruthless than a rival pistol in my pants
But my hands' on the bible and I can't see
The world beyond i'm too far gone
I can't go home

Its time to drink again, I see him smokin' in
The alley downtown the other night
He's doin coke again
He thinks hes gettin' rich hes just
Going to be broke and then
A million different pieces with the
Hands of fate chokin' him i'm still alone
Walkin' with the killers though
I never left this place
But, I don't feel at home no more
My memories are movin' slow
My past is beatin' faster full
Of anger and rage and I'm a greedy bastard
Dollar signs in my rhymes
Benjamins are in my eyes
Enemies are hard for me to see
Pretenders in disguise
My minds fucked up inside
I can't remember lies I don't
Even know the truth
I've been on a bender like
Ever since September right now into February
What about the bodies in your past
That you said you buried?
I can't remember shit
Diggin' up the cemetery
The voices in my head are back
"You talkin to them already!?"

Back into the darkness, everywhere that i go
My enemies are all dead and
So are my survivals
It's all about being more
Ruthless than a rival pistol in my pants
But my hand's on the bible and I can't see
The world beyond im to far gone
I can't go home