Stolen from the kingdom

Heavy gold and one drum

So your father keeps a loaded gun

And your mother speaks with a golden tongue

A swollen and numb conundrum

Everyone's someone's sun

Your garden keeper's a cheerful drunk

Your fortune sleeps in a sunken trunk

Home

I think I think best at home

Somewhere else on a shelf sits new ideas not yet my own

Somewhere else perfect health with no bad memories just good bones

Home

I even get lost at home

Somewhere else someone helps everyone else except their own self

Somewhere else something melts making new sceneries

Gonna seem like home's hell