Home or no home
Back from the war son
Left my mind in the barrel of a gun
Holy shotgun

Home or no home
Black from the burned bones
Lost my mind in the barrel of a gun
Holy shotgun

At the end of the world there is wana under the water
Little black knives that cut like the teeth of a piranha
Something died under white light at the campsite
When they said you’re going to get in the water

Mine not my mind
Mine is gone mom
Nothing to do still playing with my gun
High as a kite mom

Son what have they done
I traded for another one
I traded for a seat at the table for one
I traded for some money and a gun
Son what have they done