Mountain Goats, The - Home Again Garden Grove Lyrics






Wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows
Let's go where the jackals are breeding
Wrap this bandanna around your head
Don't let anyone see that you're bleeding

Fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it
Don't speak unless someone speaks to you
Hands in your pockets and sun on your face
The warm love of God coursing through you

Home again
Home again
Garden Grove
Garden Grove

I can remember when we were in high school
Our dreams were like fugitive warlords
Plotting triumphant returns to the city
Keeping Tec-9's tucked under the floorboards

Now we are practical men of the world
We tether our dreams to the turf
And cruise down these alleys for honey to feed them
Jellyfish riding the surf

Shoving our heads straight into the guts of the stove
Home again
Garden Grove
Garden Grove





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    Wipe down the windshields and roll down the windows
    Let's go where the jackals are breeding
    Wrap this bandanna around your head
    Don't let anyone see that you're bleeding

    Fire up the scanner and keep your eyes on it
    Don't speak unless someone speaks to you
    Hands in your pockets and sun on your face
    The warm love of God coursing through you

    Home again
    Home again
    Garden Grove
    Garden Grove

    I can remember when we were in high school
    Our dreams were like fugitive warlords
    Plotting triumphant returns to the city
    Keeping Tec-9's tucked under the floorboards

    Now we are practical men of the world
    We tether our dreams to the turf
    And cruise down these alleys for honey to feed them
    Jellyfish riding the surf

    Shoving our heads straight into the guts of the stove
    Home again
    Garden Grove
    Garden Grove

  2. f.... w....

    Our dreams were like fugitive warlords planning their triumphant return.

    Wasn't that all of us back in high school?

  3. c.... h....

    So many busted guitar strings and bloody fingers....

  4. g.... b....

    Second but don't count on it?