Hold me down don't be scared to make a scene Just sell it, sell it, we both know the sheets are clean I told you once the other day, I said I wouldn't care about It anyway Night-time and my demons become saints You say it's easy, (easy,) I say no, no, (no, no,) way And though we might see God from these dizzy heights You know it won't be long before we're out of sight Go home, (Go home,) you don't have to rot
Go home, (Go home,) you took your shot, you lost You know we don't have to do this anymore We've danced around and around until our feet are sore Morning and my demons came to stay I tried, but I could not get them to stay away So I'm looking into that demon eyes I've got nowhere to run I've got nowhere to hide Go home, (Go home,) you don't have to rot Go home, (Go home,) you took your shot, you lost