Home is Anywhere — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Here comes mr. misery

Hes tearing out his hair again

Hes crying over her again

Hes standing in the super-market shouting at the customers



Here comes mr. misery

Hell never be any good with a mouth full of gold and blood

Hes contemplating murder again

He must be in love



Chorus: but you know she doesnt want

But you cant seem to get it in your head

Oh and you cant sleep at night

And she haunts you when you go to bed

When youre tired of talking and you cant drink it down

So you hang around and drown instead

Home isnt where it used to be

Home is anywhere you hang your head



You hang your head

Home is anywhere

You hang your head

Home is anywhere

You hang your head

Home is anywhere you hang your head



Here comes mr. misery

Looking for a place for his mouth to shoot

Saying "youd look cute in your birthday suit"

You tore him out and screwed him up

Like a bad page in a naughty picture book



They day ended as it began

As he was seconds older than the man he was this morning

And the world has wiped its mouth since then

Or maybe it was yawning



Chorus