Got no wit, and I know it Never did nothing, nothing worth a spit Home at last As always, you were right I'd never amount to nothing, I'm just not that bright Home at last Unremarkable in every way In my time, forgotten On my tombstone, let it say Here lies no one Home at last Lost no more Home at last An open door Home at last Forgotten son Home at last Cloud cuckoo for a bum This world is not for the weak The willing trample upon the meek Home at last Not that I can assign blame I never even tried to play at your game Home at last Greeted by the hand of my Maker I will shake it a lot Maybe some old streetlamp will blink once for me Maybe not Home at last Lost no more Home at last An open door Home at last Forgotten son Home at last Cloud cuckoo for a bum Home at last Home at last Home at last