The Sheila Divine - Some Kind Of Home lyrics

I channel voices when I sing

Go back to the old way of doing things

It's not christ or religion I defy

I just have a feeling in my stomach that I might

Wind up just like you

Trapped by what I use

And it's a leap year from there

I hobble and remain impaired

But aaron I long for

Some kind of home

Something I call my own

It's self-serving what I want to be

I give credit to my family tree

It's not the devil or hate that makes me fight

I just have a feeling in my stomach that I might