Lyrics:

Home  where you can hold your hands together all you please
Wont erase the tender tidings you endured
Youre just another family member on their knees
Just a social work statistic out the door
They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
Where they are tonight well you will never know
But I swear that I will find them now
More  its more than just a simple question of decay
More than all those fists than beat into your door
Its more than all the shrinks that told you youre okay
Its more than anything that I have waited for
They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And if they even can remember I dont know
But I swear that theyll remember now
Home  its just another word youll always push away
Just a memory you wear outside your clothes
And it will burn down into cinders and some day
They will burrow down to their parental holes
They beat against the tender sidings of your soul
With all those pretty little hammers of control
And if theyve ever paid a price well I dont know
But I swear that they will pay one now