We're Coming Home Again

Here they come marching down the street,
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat,
Coming back from the edge of town,
Underneath their feet

The time has come and it's going nowhere,
Nobody ever said that life was fair now,
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear,
In the summer heat

The world is spinning around and around,
Out of control again,
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down,
So send my love a letterbomb,
And visit me in hell,
We're the ones going

Home.
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running,
Just as soon as my feet touch ground,
We're back in the barrio,
But to you and me, that's Jingletown

Home.
We're coming home again,

Nobody likes you,
Everyone left you,
They're all out without you,
Havin' fun