Hells Home - Cabaret Voltaire

You burned his face

The pictures fade

You’re stealing something from the sidewalk, slow

You shook his hands

Watch creases fold

Life works and cruises slow

You spot the light, he said

Hell’s home

His lips crack

Don’t make a sound

You want something

You nail it down

You pick the place

It’s no easy town

You take something

You take up close

You know something?

Hell’s home

Your tongue is dry

Turns to seed

It’s too heavy and you can’t breathe

You paid plenty

Now you’re stuck on your knees

You got the fear

You got the hole

You don’t like it but

Hell’s home

You shook his hands

Watch creases fold

Life wear cruises slow

Life works

Life’s slow

You’re starting to like it but

Hell’s home

You got the fear

You got the hole

You gotta like it but

Hell’s home

Your pictures fade

You turn to seed

It’s too heavy and you can’t breathe

You paid plenty

Now you’re stuck on your knees

Life works

Life’s slow

You gotta like it but

Hell’s home

Death’s slow

Hell’s home