Welcome to Paradise - Live at the Electric Factory, Philadelphia 11/14/97

Dear mother, can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks since that I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me tremblin'
'Cause now it seems that I am out there on my own
And I'm feeling so alone (c'mon!)

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home (c'mon!)

A gunshot rings out at the station
Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home

Dear mother, can you hear me laughing?
It's been six whole months since that I have left your home
It makes me wonder why I'm still here
For some strange reason, it's now feeling like my home
And I'm never gonna go

Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes (c'mon!)
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home

Well, goddamn, it has been two fuckin' two years, too fuckin' long
You think I can say "fuck" again?
Wait, one, two, three (fuck!)
Alright, you're all a bunch of potty-mouth hooligans
Potty-mouth and rat drinkin' liquor
Drinkin' liquor and doing drugs (breaking bones!)
This song's about drugs
This song's called Geek Stink Breath