every morning i wake i'm seeing the same old things.
still tossing and turning and dreaming in my head.
singing every song the same and choking ever so slightly.
i'm so used to it, but its time to make some change.
chorus:
were going home.
every morning i wake im seeing the same old thing.
all my friends are still out there in the streets.
everyone i know is going out and never coming back.
i'm so used to it but i'm not like that.
chorus:
were going home.
bridge:
when i walk around and see those churches burning, i'll know that something right is finally going down around.
i know that its a fact that they were always wrong yeah from the start, and now were all on top.