Home On The Range ft. Eric Grooms & Brendan Foery Lyrics

Steel horses stampede northbound on the I-5

Silver tongue cowboy promises really I'm a nice guy

Damsel in distress tryna get some rest for her dilated eyes

Coyote on the roadside tryna buy a little more time, oh

You could see it in a blindfold

Pretty people going psycho

Inner city disciples

Prodigals tryna find home

Mind if I get a ride, yo

Gunslinger with a Bible

Tryna do my best but I can attest it's the wild west out here

(It's the wild west out here)

Campfires on Hollywood

Gunfights on Sunset

Highway robbery online underneath her sundress

Plastic in her lips

Gold on her phone case

Temporary place all of our mistakes still feel so final

You could see it in a blindfold

Pretty people going psycho

Inner city disciples

Prodigals tryna find home

Mind if I get a ride, yo

Gunslinger with a Bible

Tryna do my best but I can attest it's the wild west out here

(It's the wild west out here)

The water shines like diamonds but it smells like gasoline

It shows you your reflection but distorts the way you see

Bring it to your lips and then your hands are never clean

If you're drinking from the well I think I might now what that means

The neighborhood caught fire one night at about a quarter past

The sirens ripped right through the night and the firemen got there fast

But when they sprayed the flames the blaze grew mightier than you've seen

I guess that's what you get when you fight fire with gasoline

Somebody poisoned the well

I think it might have been us

Somebody poisoned the well, well I think it might have been us

Somebody poisoned the well

I think it might have been us

It might have been us

It might have been us

It's not okay

Beautiful pain hurts the same ugly way

Home on the range still feels so far away

We're to blame

We poison the water and bathe in the grave

We say that we're free but we act like we're slaves

Death to shame

Death to my vices and death to my name

Death to the person I know I became

Free from all of vices and all of my shame

Free from the person I know I became

Drink living water and leave from the grave

Look to the hills and you'll find

Home on the range

(Home on the range)

(Home on the range)

(Home on the)

Free from all of vices and all of my shame

Free from the person I know I became

Drink living water and leave from the grave

Look to the hills and you'll find

Home on the range