river jordan, won't you wake my pharoah
so he can teach my people
to walk the straight and narrow
come lie beside me
in a horse drawn carriage
drug through the thorns
past the morgue, past the parish
oh lord i wanna go
back to the land that i once knew
far past these fields of bloody snow
back to the sand
back to the sand
back home again
fuck the news
fuck the house of blues

fuck my whole career
you don't want me here
let me know
where my love ones go
it's not fair to keep it hid
tell me what i did
take me back
to when the world was black
before the sun was made
a picnic in the shade
oh lord, oh lord, i wanna go
back to the land i once knew
far past these fields of bloody snow
back to the sand
back to the sand
back home again