| Woke up feeling half dead in a Hello Kitty bed
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| In Youngstown, Ohio
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| Watched a minivan explode
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| Jimmy saw a U.F.O
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| I’m not proud of what I’ve done
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| You wouldn’t know me if you saw me, Mama
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| But I’m never going home
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| Never going home again
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| Bank account’s bleeding while we are sleeping
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| In another murder motel
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| Landed on the blacklist of a couple journalists
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| I’ve met much better people in jail
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| I’m not proud of what I’ve done
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| You wouldn’t know me if you saw me, Mama
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| But I’m never going home
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| Never going home again
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| Eyes like an Egyptian tomb, illegal things in hotel rooms
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| With TV stars that saw better days
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| Cherished every moment, saw a priest for my atonement
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| When right back out and did it again
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| Fell into a sinkhole while the sky was raining toads
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| Still it never slowed my roll
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| Left the money, kept creative control
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| For the sake of rock and roll
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| I’m not proud of what I’ve done
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| Someday I hope you can forgive me, Mama
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| I’m never going home
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| Never going home again
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| No, I’m never going home
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| Never going home again
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| No, I’m never going home
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| Never going home again |