Never Had a Home
Late last night up on the hill
I took my life with a hammer drill
Pretty little mama waiting down the way
Got an empty bag of cash and I can't stay
Funny thing is that I didn't die
I feel down the black hole way up in the sky
Falling down into that hole
With nothing but my very soul
Floating down to heaven
With a mind that ain't my own
To my own confession
I never had a home
I took my life with a hammer drill
Pretty little mama waiting down the way
Got an empty bag of cash and I can't stay
Funny thing is that I didn't die
I feel down the black hole way up in the sky
Falling down into that hole
With nothing but my very soul
Floating down to heaven
With a mind that ain't my own
To my own confession
I never had a home
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Writer(s): Nathan Skinner
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