"Cause you can never go home anymore, listen" [Verse 1:] She whistles when she speaks Got the high pitch shrieks Sends s** signals to the rhythm of the beat In an instant the symphony of a bittersweet Intricately placed vocal tone that overthrows resistance Intimately seduced by the red juice of Bruce upon her thick lips Drawn towards the pool of this enriched list To think quick - it's just not an option Fingertips reach out for the satin sheet soft skin Locked in, mesmerized by her leather thighs And her gentle eyes, topspin pebbles peddle across the lost sea She sits perched amongst the rocks, part of her prophecy And I'm a comedy act, entrapped within her odyssey Her oddities begin to bear through I'm like the scared youth prepared to mute the commuters Confused, consuming the coopers A part of a music's movement Pays attention to grooming, tuning the pitchfork Vibrating through your pride to lift doors And flip your focus, drink your dosage They keep asking how the heartstrings survive After constant strumming and dumbing down our lives Wondering about the fun it brings when we fly "Cause you can never go home anymore" As the notes in her vocals drift she's got me "Never can go home anymore" As the notes in her vocals drift she's got me "Cause you can" [Verse 2:] She smells like the fuel in my car and her Touch is kind of cold and sharp, she Feels like the top of the moon Tastes like poison, distorts the view She'll serenade all of you and walk through The fort around your portaloo, there's more to What meets the eye of this messed up corkscrew Twisting along the tracks that stand before you It's the peer pressure I spread on thick And it ain't clear weather when the fingers click Can't help but pay attention to the infectious itch She's a s**y b**h, wondering will she let me live Many get caught in the mix Looking forward to a fix, an a**ortment of tricks Which - slip underneath the sleeve She's got something we never had but now we need "Cause you can never go home anymore" [Bridge x5: 4th and 5th time become softer] She's guns, money, s** and c**aine Blue fuel, cigarettes and propane Green, yellow, red light campaign Quick moving, never choosing the slow lane [Over the top of the final repeat of the bridge:] "Cause you can never go home anymore, listen"