Well here I am at my front door  And oh what an odor is rising  It seems I've stood on this porch at lesser times  Now I've been down the road  You know the one you've dreamed about  And that's surprises you  And I'm sure you'll chalk it up to sell out crime  Home  What do you do when opportunity knocks  When success stalks and along comes fame   Do you open the door or watch in horror  Through the peep hole as they all go away   Lottery or poverty you're a commodity so what's it gonna be  I'm moving on I'm moving on  Home I'm going home I'm going home  Sitting in that same spot   There with the other lot whining  And you know this must be just a mirage  Ain't no doubt I ain't got the clout that's defined by you   But oil stains are all you're gonna find in my garage  Hey whatcha gonna do when the fun stops  When the boat rocks and the crew gets old   Make up your mind it's about time   Because at this time you're staying   Home    [Repeat Chorus 2x]  [Repeat Chorus]