| "Home Again" | |
| Home Again Picture perfect like the one on the postcard. The one you sent to me from the prison yard. Its so good to be home again. Its so good to be home, home again. Breathe that stale air into my lungs. Where nothing has changed at all since the day I got sprung. Its so good to be home again. Its so good to be with bad friends. It's so good to be home, home again. I traded my nine to five for five to nine. I gave up punching clocks now Im just doing time. Ive seen the pros and cons, now Im where I belong. Ive made my descision, youve got your prison And Ive got mine. The Birdman of Alcatraz on my stolen T.V. Made me so homesick and I slugged the cop on the beat! Its so good to be home again. Its so good to be with bad friends. Its so good to be home, home again... James Clark | |