I’m on my way home now
It’s not quite getting late
But I’m getting quite tired
Someone’s been singing about how
I put a golden comb in your black hair
Jesus Mum
I’m sick of you being dead
I’m on my way home now
It’s not quite getting late
But I’m getting quite tired
Someone’s been singing about how
I put a golden comb in your black hair
Jesus Mum
I’m sick of you being dead