I'm not happy with myself these days   I took the best parts of this script   and I made them all clichés      and this red bandanna 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      lessons 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   and 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 war paint 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   or like his father did      as they leave the driveway for the Northern snow   they finally know the difference between   going back and going home      cut to a life   being born in '69   middle class suburbs   everything's fine   fondue parties   my mom and my dad's   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 hammered for dream   by the age of eighteen   saw more than most people   that I know had ever seen   played every bar   drank until 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 the van   living hand to mouth   for the next five years   took up drinking wine   gave up drinking beers   signed another big deal   with a devil in a dress   a one hit wonder, i think,   described it best   decided to burn out   then 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      and 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   back and going home   I do