Intro:
This is a story of ill fate
About two men where they don't want to be
Up when the hour is late
I know where they’d rather be
At home making love to their girlfriends or something
Staring at the T.V
Drinking their coffee and muffins
I know where they’d rather be
Chorus:
I’m tired of this house
Stalking the hallways as quiet as a mouse
Where the lady speaks and the old man sleeps
I’m tired of this house
Talking of family politics
While watching the news
Is depressing me quick
It’s my mind I’m gonna lose
I miss my home across the pond
I’m not the only one I know
When the wizard waves his wand
I’ll be flying there tomorrow
-Chorus-
I can’t get used to the green hills
The visions of old and past
I miss my rum, my Sunday pills
Without it I won’t last
Sticking to the telephone
To keep me up and sane
I’m glad we’re heading home
I’m glad we’re heading on that plane
-Chorus x2-
