I'm not happy with myself these days 
I took the best parts of the script and I made them all 
cliche 
And this red bandanna is surely going to fade 
Even though it's the only thing the fire didn't take 
Everybody says you'll grow a lot from this experience 
Maybe become Zen, after a while become a president 
Blessings get disguised sometimes but all I know 
Is I finally know the difference 
Between going back and going home 
There's a lady on my block that has a kid 
As he swims in the above ground pool, she seals up the 
lid 
And he thinks it's kind of normal that she hides 
Up the cuts and all the bruises, she says it's warpaint 
for the eyes 
She tells her son she did the best she could as she 
buries dad 
Maybe he'll grow up to be a man unlike his father did 
As I leave the driveway for the northern snow 
They'll finally know the difference 
Between going back and going home, yeah 
Cut to a life being born in sixty nine 
Middle class suburbs, every thing's fine 
Fondue parties, my mom and my dads 
Drinks being drunk and fights being had 
I lost my virginity to a girl in my band 
She was four years older, she made me a man 
So addicted to sex every chance that I got 
With whoever I wanted until I got caught 
So I took my penicillin and I took my band 
To a town made of glitter girls and cocaine friends 
Got handed the dream by the age of eighteen 
Saw more than most people that I know had ever seen 
Played every bar, drank till black and blue 
Did the morning show bullshit and went to China too 
Where they left us to die without a ticket to flee 
Inciting a riot, we were only twenty three 
Packed it up, started over just as fast as we can 
Selling tapes, making merch in the back of a van 
Living hand to mouth for the next five years 
Took up drinking wine, gave up drinking beer 
Signed another big deal with A Devil In A Dress 
A one hit wonder I think described it best 
Decided to burn out than to fade away 
Went back to the van the very next day 
Built it up, made a living without any help 
Made amazing friends if I say so myself 
If living like this at thirty eight is a bore 
Then come on god, please give me thirty eight more 
Everybody knows I've seen a lot, yeah, I'm experienced 
Makes you feel so old after a while just like our 
president 
Every time I come back in this town I know 
I finally know the difference 
Between going back and going home 
Yeah, going back and going home