Lyrics Hell Comes Home - Waysted

Hell Comes Home

Beware of model citizens
Somebody’s gonna take a fall
End of the line for killing time
No more backing up against the wall
Desperation in the land of plenty
Somebody has forced their hand
Brought down one time too many
They’re on the streets to make a stand
Coming full circle and round it goes
Where it’s gonna stop nobody knows
Hard times in the city of lights
When the innocent ones put up a fight
Hard times when there’s nothing to lose
Anybody could be paying dues
Cut and run
When hell comes home
Cut and run
When hell comes home
Moving up for the big one
Got a jump on the competition
Carrying a hand gun
Big surprise for the opposition
No judge, no jury
No time for idle hands
Just a six-gun fury
Justice is the hostage of the modern man
Caught up in the heartbeat of a modern age
No time for understanding
There’s only rage
Hard times in the city of lights
When the innocent ones put up a fight
Hard times when there’s nothing to lose
Anybody could be paying dues
Cut and run
When hell comes home
Cut and run
When hell comes home