| Lyrics: | See the children with the broken wings on their backs
Wounded angels can't fly
Sleep in
alleys, using gutters as your pillows
Can't see God when they look in your
eyes
Why
See the people in the church that still pretend to care
But they turn
you away
They say that you can't be saved, they discriminate
Tip your hat and you're never
going back
Home street home, is where the heart is
See the sign on the streets that
say Jesus saves
But you're wondering who
They say that you can't be saved, they
discriminate
Tip your hat and you're never going back
Home street home, is where the heart
is |
