Lyrics

I'm gonna get takeout for lunch I'm gonna get taken out for dinner I'm gonna get breakfast in bed With whoever I'm with I'm gonna get high with some old friends I'm gonna get drunk with my mother and father Then I'm gonna run through the lawn Of the house where we used to live Home ain't where I'm livin' It ain't where I want to be Someone can be forgiven for what they've done to me I'm coming back all dressed in black But I didn't think to pack my funeral shoes I'll sign the guest book then I'm off the hook I'll hide my feet beneath the pews Then I'm gonna take the next flight out of here Gonna go back to the sunshine Won't go back east Until another one bites the dust This place that Billy Joel sang about Means nothing to me anymore Only a memory Just a part of rubble and rust Home ain't where I'm livin' It ain't where I want to be Someone can be forgiven for what they've done to me I'm coming back well-dressed in black But I didn't think to pack my funeral shoes Saying my goodbyes without a tear in my eyes Oh good God what can I do?