it’s a little past suppertime
i’m still out on the porch step sittin’ on my behind
waitin’ for you
wonderin’ if everything was all right
momma said come in boy don’t waste your time
i said i’ve got time well he’ll be here soon
five years old and talkin’ to myself
where were you where’d you go
daddy can’t you tell
i’m not trying to fake it and i ain’t the one to blame
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
and i didn’t write these pages and my script’s been rearranged
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
wasn’t i worth the time
a boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime
and all the time i looked up to you
i paced my room a million times
and all i ever got was one big line the same old lie
how could you
well i was eighteen and still talkin’ to myself
where were you where’d you go
daddy can’t you tell
i’m not tryin’ to fake it and i ain’t the one to blame
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
and i didn’t write these pages and my script’s been rearranged
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
i’m not tryin’ to fake it and i ain’t the one to blame
no there’s no one home in my house of pain
and i didn’t write these pages and my script’s been rearranged
no there’s no one home
no there’s no one home
in my house of pain
no there’s no one home
no there’s no one home
in my house of pain
and i’m alone again yeah
no there’s no one home
no there’s no one home
in my house of pain
no there’s no one home
there’s no one home
in my house of pain
i’m alone again
well if i learned anything from this
it’s how to live on my own
Artist: Faster Pussycat
Year: 1990
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 172