My Home The Herd

[Intro: [?]]
*Vocalisations*

[Verse 1: Ozi Batla]
Look down
You know something, just a lot of dumb shit
Just a lot of comfort, that's just what I'm done with
I can't run on that wheel anymore with no
End with them, won't push their pendulum
There but for the grace of God go I? Oh, you so fly
That you call to the skies, divine intervention?
Yet forget to mention, your mate slept on benches
All over Europe, oh, yeah, but he's a legend
Peep your brethren, each and every one of us
'Cause when it's done and dusted, there's two sides to justice
Two sidеs to reality, so don't you try telling me
You nеver thought of chucking it all in and just travelling
The search for wisdom, it's not the given right
Of the righteous, no reason to fight us, or even like us
It might just be that some must be free
So hold your opinion, 'cause you don't know me

[Chorus: Jane Tyrrell, [?]]
Where I sleep, I
Cannot say, it's
Probably the same as
Yesterday
In the shadow of
A dying rose
Is where I make my
Small abode, and that's my home