Dan Bull - Home Is Where The Hate Is lyrics

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Dan Bull - Home Is Where The Hate Is lyrics

[Verse 1] Ah, greetings, you're right on time Wipe your feet, you're invited inside Your arrival is quite a surprise You're ripe for the ride of your life Right Let me take your coat, you're welcome Have a browse through the photo album It's only seldom we host any guests The rest of the family are home, I'll tell them Come and join us for vittles It'll satiate those cravings a little Put some meat on those brittle bones We insist, you must have a nibble It's something we hunted, one for the road Here's a clue: it's right under your nose If you refuse, you'll be stunting the growth Of your welcome to our humble abode Those lonely country roads are so remote that no one'll know You're overdue home, there's no bloody phone Now go to your room or I'll go for your throat When you're under my roof, you'll heed my rules Succumb to my truth, do I need my tools? Should I fetch my pliers? Should I come for your tooth? It's your fault, I don't want to remove it [Hook] Home Home is where the hate is Home Your relatives are waiting Home Everyone's related Home They who immigrate or natives Home Look what we've created Satanist, sadist Home is where the hate is [Verse 2] Butcher, baker, candlestick maker You can't get away from your animal nature Try as you might and the anger will take you Now sample the cake that grandmother's made you That's a family favorite, pa**ed through generations of Bakers inhabiting the plantation Eraserhead X Fantasia It's fun and games, son, let Dad chase you Here I come, ready or not I hear a gun, bloody belly all shot Don't you try to pee on my fun We've barely begun and there's many more shocks in store for you But you know that already Of course you do, keep both hands steady Adrenaline, what a hell of a drug I'm getting a buzz from k**ing and peeling the skin of a corpse I'm yearning for more It isn't enough 'cause I've seen it before I've been in a war within in my thoughts The insects are wriggling from under the floor You're injured, your innards are spilling There's chunder and gore and blood on the walls It's pungent and raw That's the warm welcome I give out for someone who comes through my door And into my [Hook] Home Home is where the hate is Home Your relatives are waiting Home Everyone's related Home They who immigrate or natives Home Look what we've created Satanist, sadist Home is where the hate is