Going Home - The Hippos

No man should see what these eyes have seen

The mess that I’ve cleaned

The people so green

Things that were said

Went straight to your head

Evil will show

You know how it’s grown

With blood on the path

We will not do the math

We don’t care

Oh

So it is told that the air will be cold over there

Please take good care

We’re going home

We’re going home

We’re going home

Finally rest these old bones

His majesty sleeps high in the trees

Sends his palms spinning

From west to the east

Begging him please

To see how it feels

This wasn’t agreed on

When they sign the deal

With blood on her path

We will not do the math

We don’t care

Oh

So it is told that the air will be cold over there

Please take good care

We’re going home

We’re going home

We’re going home

Finally rest these old bones

We’re going home

We’re going home

Finally rest these old bones

No man should see what these eyes have seen

The mess that I’ve cleaned

The people so green

Things that were said

Went straight to your head

Evil will show

With blood on her path

We will not do the math

We don’t care

Oh

So it is told that the air will be cold over there

Please take good care

We’re going home

We’re going home

We’re going home

Finally rest these old bones

Home

We’re going home

We’re going home

We’re going home