Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy

Sleep safe and sound tonight 'Cause blind love Is guiding every step I take It's one less I got to make 'Till I find my way home try love Welcome to another hard night You made it through another day Close your eyes love If there's an patron saint of

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Mr. Jefferson, welcome home Seventeen, se- se- seventeen Se- se- seventeen Seventeen eighty-nine How does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vet Unite the colonies through more debt? Fight the other founding

Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit and moan Time rolls on, and so we travel on Time rolls on Saw a sign on the path 'All seekers this way' A fairy sat and laughed And threw a petal my way As I neared the bridge Two soldiers stood and stared,

Here you will forever dwell I welcome you to Hel Here hunger is your plate Here famine is your knife Welcome to my humble home Your soul is mine to keep There are no walls of rock and stone Yet no one ever leaves Yeah, those who die of age and plague

Oh oh oh oh Ooh it's the lights (You're blinded by the) I see your face (I see your face) You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it) Come to my place (Come to my place) And let's discuss it (Let's chop it up) Action! (You need that) Satisfaction! (You need

I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes Okay last time, this is drugs This is your brain on drugs Any questions? Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride) The real

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 Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

Welcome to the choir, sir It's not home And it's not Tara If fact do I know you Have I been here before This is a dream, right Did I come here on my own

What we are is the sum of a thousand lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are 'till the day we die Or 'till we don't have the strength to go on 'Till we don't have the strength to go on Welcome home They have tampered with the