Homebound (Gotta Laugh)*

Hard times when I needed touch

Need a crutch, need a hug, harsh lines on the easel, blood

Even kill, but when death, the infrequent brush, test me

Don't speak em' up, speakers hum

Free the thugs, we don' weeped enough

Recently released a sting, when I pieced him up

Mischievous as my uncle, mischievous as Juanita was

Peace to Juanita son for checking in

Must have felt the deviance I'm delving in, I'm demon'd up

Forehead creases, dimpled cheeks betray the feeling

Play the shield til' I play the villain

In the field, the killing joke whispering in a ear

Sentimental, the voice quivering with despair

Up there where the air thinner

The mountaineer keep a sharper pair of shears with him

Clip a clear path to the endless

Stack up meal ticket, hands sticky

The tar shiny, black time - you can't buy it back

Please don't throw me to the briar-patch, got his ass






I'm back home and I gotta laugh

I'm back home and I gotta laugh

The siren song got me out a jam

And in a, and in a flash, climbing in a bath, damn