We Are The Hellhounds Lyrics

Take me home, off the road to the shore,
Make a home with the poor.
Give us all your spare change, there is no such thing as money here anymore.

I set fire to the trash cans behind the grocery store and I admit it.
I made love to a handsome man from out of town just to cultivate some feeling.
I watch the men in the park watching the pigeons in the park do their feeding.

Take me home, off the road to the shore
Make a home all alone.
Give us all your empty lives, there is no such thing as progress anymore.

Look at this man.
Look at this woman with the diamond ring on her hand.
If we treated love like we treated marriage, there'd be a whole lotta confusion over what marriage meant.

Take me home, off the road to the shore.
Make a home on the floor.
Give us all your honest answers, there are only honest questions left to live for.