Sangtekst: Pop Will Eat Itself. Home.

Good to be back home in the pubs with the people that you love
And a crawl around the clubs getting high
Good to be back home all alone when you're running up the phone bill
Trying to raise the cents for the rent

Good to be back home with your kid and you ask him what he did
Well, he burned the house down to the ground
Good to be back home with the wife and to have some kind of life
And to wake up and break up again

Good to be back home
Good to be back home

Good to be back home on a love tip, gotta keep a grip
When the ship's going down, you can flip
Good to be back home off the junk food, seen as a clean dude
And instill a clean bill of health

Good to be back home hear the sounds of the city all around
And the music, the new licks you found
Good to be back home at the lane for a relegation game
As the boys get caned once again

Good to be back home
Good to be back home
Good to be back home
Good to be back home

I'm not homeless, I'm just restless
I get itchy feet and reckless
I've been traveling so long, cracking
I don't really know what is happening

Here is there is anywhere and home is my ass on the chair
Then I wish I was gone and then I wish I was home
Then I wish I was gone then I wish I was home
(Awol, awol)
(Awol, awol)
Then I wish I was gone then I wish I was home
(Awol, awol)
Hello home
Hello home