| Ah, greetings, you’re right on time
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| Wipe your feet, you’re invited inside
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| Your arrival is quite a surprise
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| You’re ripe for the ride of your life
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| Right
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| Let me take your coat, you’re welcome
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| Have a browse through the photo album
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| It’s only seldom we host any guests
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| The rest of the family are home, I’ll tell them
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| Come and join us for vittals
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| It’ll satiate those cravings a little
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| Putsome meat on those brittle bones
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| We insist, you must have a nibble
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| It’s something we hunted
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| One for the road
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| Here’s a clue:
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| It’s right under your nose
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| If you refuse you’ll be stunting the growth
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| Of your welcome to our humble abode
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| Those lonely country roads
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| Are so remote
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| That no one’ll know
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| You’re overdue home
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| There’s no bloody phone
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| No go to you room
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| Or I’ll go for your throat
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| When you’re under my roof
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| You’ll heed my rules
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| Succumb to my truth
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| Do I need my tools?
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| Should I fetch my pliers?
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| Should I come for your tooth?
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| It’s your fault
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| I don’t want to remove it
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| Home
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| Home is where the hate is
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| Home
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| Your relatives are waiting
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| Home
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| Everyone’s related
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| Home
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| They who immigrate or natives
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| Home
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| Look what we’ve created
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| Satanist
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| Sadist
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| Home is where the hate is
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| Where the hate is
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| Home is where the hate is
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| Butcher
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| Baker
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| Candlestick maker
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| You can’t get away from your animal nature
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| Try as you might and the anger will take you
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| Now sample the cake that grandmother’s made you
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| That’s a family favorite
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| Passed through generations of Bakers
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| Inhabiting the plantation
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| Eraserhead X Fantasia
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| It’s fun and games, son, let Dad chase you
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| Here I come
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| Ready or not
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| I hear a gun
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| Bloody belly all shot
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| Don’t you try to pee on my fun
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| We’ve barely begun
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| And there’s many more shocks in store for you
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| But you know that already
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| Of course you do
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| Keep both hands steady
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| Adrenaline, what a hell of a drug
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| I’m getting a buzz from killing and peeling the skin of a corpse
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| I’m yearning for more
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| It isn’t enough
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| 'Cause I’ve seen it before
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| I’ve been in a war
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| Within in my thoughts
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| The insects are wriggling from under the floor
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| You’re injured, your innards are spilling
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| There’s chunder and gore
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| And blood on the walls
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| It’s pungent and raw
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| That’s the warm welcome
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| I give out for someone who comes through my door
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| And into my home
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| Home is where the hate is
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| Home
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| Your relatives are waiting
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| Home
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| Everyone’s related
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| Home
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| They who immigrate or natives
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| Home
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| Look what we’ve created
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| Satanist
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| Sadist
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| Home is where the hate is
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| Home is where the hate is
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| Home is where the hate is |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home is Where The Hate Is, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп