Home is where they say the heart is

Mine's buried in the yard

Hell's a place they say is for sinners

I'll be the man in charge

But how can I exist within the mist of this

But how can I admit that I would quit on you

I wrote god a simple letter

Still haven't heard from him

I must have really messed up this time

Shit must have hit the fan

But how can I exist within the mist of this

But how can I admit that I would quit on you

But how can I exist within the mist of this

But how can I admit that I would quit on you

But

But how can I admit that I would quit on you