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Home – where you can hold your hands together all you please

Won't erase the tender tidings you endured

You're just another family member on their knees

Just a social work statistic out the door

They beat against the tender sidings of your soul

With all those pretty little hammers of control

Where they are tonight well you will never know

But I swear that I will find them now

More – it's more than just a simple question of decay

More than all those fists than beat into your door

It's more than all the shrinks that told you you're okay

It's more than anything that I have waited for

They beat against the tender sidings of your soul

With all those pretty little hammers of control

And if they even can remember I don't know

But I swear that they'll remember now

Home – it's just another word you'll always push away

Just a memory you wear outside your clothes

And it will burn down into cinders and some day

They will burrow down to their parental holes

They beat against the tender sidings of your soul

With all those pretty little hammers of control

And if they've ever paid a price well I don't know

But I swear that they will pay one now