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Lyrics
HOUSE OF PAIN - Faster Pussycat
It's a little past supper time
I'm still out on the porch step sittin' on my behind
Waiting for you
Wonderin' if everything's alright
Moma said,"Come in boy, don't waste your time," I said,"I've got time
Well he'll be here soon."
Five years old and talkin' to myself
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you tell?
I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame
No, there's no one home in my house of pain
I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged
No, there's no one home in my house of pain
Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you
I paced my room a million times
And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie
How could you?
Well I was eighteen and still talkin' to myself.
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell?
I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame
No, there's no one home in my house of pain
I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged
No, there's no one home in my house of pain