this is my first time doing something like this. i know some of the last part is wrong but it's the best i can make the words out to be. . At Home There.
There's some stuff on my shoe, that's got nothing to do. With the places you think that I've been. And the stuff on my breath, isn't some kiss of death.
I'm all freaked out, I'm all tweaked out. I'm being chased by insects. And I wanna eat my cigarettes. . I can't hang out, I'm all strung out. And I've got to grab me by the throat.