Guns how they smoke behind the dogwood trees

All the bars are closed right before the county line

Oh how that breeze smells like honey from a bee

Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?



Jesus is stuck inside my TV screen

Giving all the answers but never holding me

Heaven's too far away and I can't find no peace

Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?



Oh I feel like a cotton rose hiding down between my toes

Precious light, how I seek, I can't believe what I see



Devils want you, take me up with you

I can use the company, and I'm sure you can use it too

Fly in your spaceship, dance on Saturn's rings

Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?



Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?

Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?