Billy's gone to fight a war, while the saints go marching in.
With a bottle of fire and vengeance, and his mother's Valium.
Dealing retribution from the bottom of the deck.
One last shot at redemption, for a lifetime of regret.

There's no room for purity in this world,
You can stand up and shout and still not be heard.

Well he didn't show for work today, stole the old man's car,
Threw in the good book and a .44, for preaching to the choir.
The neon signs are flashing, beyond the moon and stars,
Sometimes you gotta come around, to remember who you are.

There's no room for purity in this world,
You can stand up and shout and still not be heard.

When did you forget that you're alive?
When did you look, when did you decide?

When did you let your past define your fate?
When did you act the way you're taught to hate ?

Going round and round at home, crowded out, yet all alone.
Things just happen more or less, the world just has its way, I guess.
Sometimes I feel there's a way to win the game that I can't play.
Things just happen for the best, you could have much more or less.

There's no room for purity in this world,
You can stand up and shout and still not be heard.

Go back home where you belong,
Where you're from.

Go back home where you belong,
Where you're from.

Yeah, you can't live forever on grand notions alone,
Sometimes you gotta shake the dust, then go back home.

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Ricky Warwick, Sam Williams