Home Grown - Francis Dunnery

Well I don’t care too much for ambiguity

It doesn’t sit to well with my sobriety

You hit me with one thing I can’t stand

You try to make me be a family man

I say I’m never going to be a family man

Homegrown

Your daddy’s onthe phone

Your mamma’s in the kitchen and I watch the family crumbling

You?

You know

You bet your life and soul

I wonder round the garden and I watch the family crumbling away

Well I’ve been drinking all them things you poured on me

It doesn’t mix to well with my debauchery

You tell me do some washing, comb my hair

But that ain’t really something that I chose to care about baby

Mamma got another man

Homegrown

Your daddy’s onthe phone

Your mamma’s in the kitchen and I watch the family crumbling

You?

You know

You bet your life and soul

I wonder round the garden and I watch the family crumbling away

There’s always a place we can go

Aleays a place we can hide away

Cos I can’t get no family satisfaction

Theres a pain that I feel when we go and hide

That some could never mention

Let it breather then let it rot

Let it fall inside your making

Cos I’m breaking

I’m homeless and shaking

And I can’t get no home emotion

Homegrown

Your daddy’s onthe phone

Your mamma’s in the kitchen and I watch the family crumbling

You?

You know

You bet your life and soul

I wonder round the garden and I watch the family crumbling away