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