we are the hellhounds

take me home

off the road to the shore

make a home with the poor

give us all your spare change

there is no such thing as money here anymore

i set fire to the trash cans behind the grocery store and i admit it

i made love to a handsome man from out of town just to cultivate some feeling

i watch the men in the park watching the pigeons in the park do their feeding

take me home

off the road to the shore

make a home all alone

give us all your empty lies

there is no such thing as progress anymore

look at this man

look at this woman with the diamond ring on her hand

if we treated love like we treated marriage

there'd be a whole lotta confusion over what marriage meant

take me home

off the road to the shore

make a home on the floor

give us all your honest answers

there are only honest questions left to live for