Homecoming

My heart is beating from me,
I am standing all alone,
Please call me only if you are coming home,
Waste another year flies by,
Waste a night or two,
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame,
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain,
There's no signs of hope,
There's stems and seeds in the last of the dope,
There's a glow of light,
Cause St. Jimmy is the spark in the night,
Bearing gifts and drugs,
A fixture in the city of lust,

"What the hell's your name,
What's your pleasure. What is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?"

In the crowd of pain,
St. Jimmy comes without any shame,
He says "We're fucked up,
But we're not the same,
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame"

Jimmy died today

He blew his brains out into the bay,
In the state of mind its my own private suicide