Lyrics:

We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
Whatever's left gets burned or buried
For if by chance we return
We'll leave a note
To Whom It May Concern:
'Fuck you and your front lawn
I'd rather die with my hands tied
Than holding a gun'
There's no place
Like home
For collecting burdens
And conjuring
Ghosts that don't
Know they're dead
Soon
There's gonna be a fight
And we'll all have to choose sides
Like kids on the playground
But everyone's hungry

There's no place
Like home
For collecting burdens
And conjuring
Ghosts that don't
Know they're dead
He insists
He's just sick
And I don't have the heart
To tell him
Any different
Its the way it's been
And the way it will be
Until we leave
We don't need a mirror
We don't need those pictures on the wall
We don't need to see ourselves
As we are now
To remember
Where we came from

We'll leave at dusk
With only that which we can carry
I'll get the dog, you get the baby
And pray that there's a God to light our way