Lyrics Hells Home - Cabaret Voltaire

Hells Home

You burned his face
The pictures fade
You’re stealing something from the sidewalk, slow
You shook his hands
Watch creases fold
Life works and cruises slow
You spot the light, he said
Hell’s home
His lips crack
Don’t make a sound
You want something
You nail it down
You pick the place
It’s no easy town
You take something
You take up close
You know something?
Hell’s home
Your tongue is dry
Turns to seed
It’s too heavy and you can’t breathe
You paid plenty
Now you’re stuck on your knees
You got the fear
You got the hole
You don’t like it but
Hell’s home
You shook his hands
Watch creases fold
Life wear cruises slow
Life works
Life’s slow
You’re starting to like it but
Hell’s home
You got the fear
You got the hole
You gotta like it but
Hell’s home
Your pictures fade
You turn to seed
It’s too heavy and you can’t breathe
You paid plenty
Now you’re stuck on your knees
Life works
Life’s slow
You gotta like it but
Hell’s home
Death’s slow
Hell’s home