Heaven's Basement - Welcome Home Lyrics

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Welcome Home

Welcome Home Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Welcome Home By Heaven's Basement?
Come in, you've sinned
Mother fucker it's a new beginning You lose, I win Now you're stuck and it's too late for running Dancing in the river on the bed of an angel Drinking dirty water from the fountain of hell yeah Sleeping with the enemy but don't ever tell I can hear you ringing the bell Welcome home The Devil's own If you're dying in the fire it's better if you're not alone Welcome home No shame, this game Once you come inside you know you're never the same yeah No one, to blame Welcome to the family with no last name Dancing in the river on the bed of an angel Drinking dirty water from the fountain of hell yeah Sleeping with the enemy but don't ever tell I can hear you ringing the bell Welcome home The Devil's own If you're dying in the fire it's better if you're not alone Welcome home Come in, you've sinned Mother fucker it's a new beginning You lose, I win Now you're stuck and it's too late for running Dancing in the river on the bed of an angel Drinking dirty water from the fountain of hell yeah Sleeping with the enemy but don't ever tell I can hear you ringing the bell Welcome home The Devil's own If you're dying in the fire it's better if you're not alone Welcome home |
Who Wrote Welcome Home By Heaven's Basement?
Martin Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The Welcome Home By Heaven's Basement?The duration of Welcome Home is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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