With a dollar in my hand
Left standing all alone
Arguments that never end
But when we were at home
We'd talk of things we knew
When we went to school
In a place so dark and grey
But our friends would never stay for long
We covered it up when they started to fight
Slamming doors and shouting at night
Set the table ready for four
But Mum and Dad don't talk anymore
Making up jokes, hoping they won't start
Yes this is Home Sweet Home
With the money running out
At my school desk I would dream
And the spoken word today
Will leave each other cold
With the problems cutting deep
A frustrated person screams
In the morning tensions rise
And you scream out loud and you
Hide your eyes
