Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home Is Where the Sty Is, artist - Poisonblack. Date of issue: 08.08.2013
Song language: English
Home Is Where the Sty Is |
| A pig sweat-dripping |
| Scratching his balls a male |
| Since day one the lowest self-esteem, bound to fail |
| Not a single word |
| Small talk is done with a fist |
| Suicidal |
| Heirloom shotguns and opened wrists |
| Talks like a stroke in slow motion |
| Feeling fine, not a day over dead |
| Drop-dead-ugly, f*cked up abortion |
| Shits while eats, same inside head |
| This is what northern men are made of |
| This how northern men are made |
| Hey honey, don’t care what’s your name is |
| Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I’m your man |
| Hey honey, flowers belong on graves |
| I’ll drag you down in the shades of shame |
| Nevertheless I’m your man |
| Yes I am! |
| A true self-loather |
| Head stuck tight in the noose |
| When given bottle |
| Sings his rueful blues through the booze |
| And them women |
| Anything goes of course |
| A masturbator |
| Yet a long-time fan of intercourse |
| Agora-xeno-homophobic |
| An ignorant redneck to the bone |
| Home is where the vacant sty is |
| With balls erected the seeds are sown |
| This is what northern men are made of |
| This how northern men are made |
| Hey honey, don’t care what’s your name is |
| Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I’m your man |
| Hey honey, flowers belong on graves |
| I’ll drag you down in the shades of shame |
| Nevertheless I’m your man |
| Yes I am! |
| Hey honey, don’t care what’s your name is |
| Just one thing I crave, take off that dress, I’m your man |
| Hey honey, flowers belong on graves |
| I’ll drag you down in the shades of shame |
| Nevertheless I’m your man |
| Yes I am! |