Never Going Home

- Stephen - Voice, octave mandolin,
bottles, cupped voices, throat bass
- Lee Welch - Brushed snare

In all the world
is the most delicate girl
cuz her body is made
all out of glass.
She'd prefer an earthquake
shaking the ground
over going home.
Oh, she's never going home.
Just put a lightning rod
in the palm of his hand.
Make him go straight out
in the storm.
He'd hold that lightning rod
with a smile
over going home. Oh,
he's never going home,
my dears
he's never going home.
He'd hold that lightning rod
with a smile
over going home.
She'd rather dance
with Mr. Grim reaper.
Do the tango,
the fox-trot or the twist.
She'd dance with death
for an eternity or two.
Over going home. Oh,
she's never going home,
my dears
She's never going home.
She'd dance with death
for an eternity or two
over going home.
I've got an anvil
holding down my heart
and, a ticket in my hand.
Maybe you could
meet me half way because
I'm never going home. Oh,
I'm never going home,
my dears.
I'm never going home.
Maybe you could
meet me half way cuz
I'm never going home.
Maybe you could meet me
half way.
Because I'm never going home...

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