Never Going Home Again Testo

Woke up feeling half dead in a Hello Kitty bed
In Youngstown, Ohio
Watched a mini fan explode
Jimmie saw a U.F.O

I’m not proud of what I’ve done
You wouldn’t know me if you saw me mama
And I’m never going home
Never going home again
Bank account’s bleeding while we are sleeping
In another murder motel
Landed on the blacklist of a couple journalists
I’ve met much better people in jail

I’m not proud of what I’ve done
You wouldn’t know me if you saw me, mama
But I’m never going home
Never going home again

Eyes like an Egyptian tomb, illegal things on hotel rooms
With TV stars that saw better days
Cherished every moment, saw a priest for my atonement
When right back out and did it again

Fell into a sinkhole, while the sky raining toads
Still it never slowed my roll
Left the money, kept creative control
For the sake of rock n’ roll
I’m not proud of what I’ve done
Someday I hope you can forgive me mama
Never going home
Never going home again
No, I'm never going home
Never going home again
No, I'm never going home
Never going home again