Woke up feeling half dead in a Hello Kitty bed,
In Youngtown, Ohio.
Watched a mini fan explode,
Jimmie saw a U.F.O.

I'm not proud of what I've done,
You wouldn't know me if you saw me mama,
And i'm never going home,
Never going home again.

Bank account's bleeding while we are sleeping,
in another murder motel,
landed on the blacklist of a couple journalists,
i've met much better people in jail,

I'm not proud of what I've done,
You wouldn't know me if you saw me mama,
And i'm never going home,
Never going home again.

Eyes like an Egyptian tomb,
Illegal things on hotel rooms,
with TV stars that saw better days,
Cherished every moment,
Saw a priest for my atonement,
when right back out and did it again,

Fell into a sinkhole,
While it was raining toads,
Still I never slowed my roll,
I left the money,
Kept creative control,
For the sake of rock n' roll!

I'm not proud of what I've done,
You wouldn't know me if you saw me mama,
And i'm never going home,
Never going home again.

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Britt Daniel, Jim Sclavunos, Nicole Atkins