South Australian Homesick Blues

You held it in for so long it's beginning to burn;
the pressure builds, the water boils, the cauldron churns.
She's looks on the street;
The young get old.

It grew with you and now you're twenty-two;
you stayed alive, yes you survivded, did what you had to do.
Your petals picked,
but it didn't mean a thing.

It built and it built,
all of your guilt;
until your can of beans split.
In the end just a fabric on the magical quilt.

One place to the next you act like you feel fine;
no real friends, alone again, alive the first time.
Amongst the angelic light,
and the snakes that bite!

It built and it built,
all of your guilt;
until your can of beans split.
In the end just a fabric on the magical quilt.

When the glass shatters as it hits the cold floor;
there's no reason to carry the burden around anymore.
Let it burn down the house as you leave through the cellar door.

It built and it built,
all of your guilt;
until your can of beans split.
In the end just a fabric on the magical quilt.

It's time to go home, it's time to go home.