Breaking Benjamin - Home
I've got a little red bow,
And I bought it for you,
'Cause I know you're not fair.
I don't get it, oh well.
And you color my skin,
And the colors don't blend.
'Cause I'm gonna get you,
And your little dog, too.
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home.
'Cause I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate.
There's no place like home!
There's no place like home!
Like home!
I've, got a southern belle, too.
And ruby red shoes,
With a body of straw,
Are you sick of it all?
There's a man made of tin,
With an oil can grin.
And I'm gonna get you,
And your little dog, too.
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home.
And I know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate.
There's no place like home!
There's no place like home!
There's a little white porch,
And you wanted it so.
And you let me go down
To the end of the road.
And the black and the white,
A technicolorful life,
Can I stand by your side?
We can make it alright.
Like home!
There's a little white porch,
And you wanted it so.
And you let me go down
To the end of the road.
And the black and the white,
A technicolorful life,
Then another arrived,
It's a cowardly lion.
What I want from this world,
What I wanna resolve,
When I want you to stay,
So I want you to wait.
I don't wanna be bold,
I don't wanna be cold,
I don't wanna grow old,
I don't wanna go home!