Sitting by my window, with my head (?)cupped(?) in my hands.
I'm looking at the people, now I think I understand.
(?)(I've seen the life)(I've sin a life)(?) of prisons, conversations with my walls.
And now that you can see me, you see I'm not quite wide at all.
And now, that I'm here, I'm not alone with all the loonies.
Now that I see, I'm not alone with all the loonies.
Now that I feel, I'm not alone with all the loonies.
Now I am me, I'm now at home with all the loonies here.
Driven to insanity, with music in my head,
I quiet believe that I'm not outside, with all the living dead.
Well it could have been so easy, I've could have been a star.
They told me that I have everything, but I fuck up/on after all!
And now, that I'm here, I'm not alone with all the loonies.
Now that I see, I'm not alone with all the loonies.
Now that I feel, I'm not alone with all the loonies.
Now I am me, I lost myself on The Road To Rampton.
Safe inside my prison, deep down I - I always knew.
But I didn't stand a chance outside, I couldn't see why everything I do;
Comes back and haunts me, like a ghost, again just like my mother.
I lost my hope, I lost my faith, along The Road To Rampton.
And now, that I'm here, I'm not at home with all the loonies.
Now that I'm here, I'm right at home with all the loonies.
Now that I'm here, I'm (?) with all the loonies.
Now that I'm here, I'm (?)quite(?) at home with all the loonies here.