Connie
Connie cut the phone
Got the kids and the keys
Put 'em in the back of the car and she screams
She looked 'em in the eyes, said
We're never coming home
Looked 'em in the eyes, said
We're never coming home
Mikey was a punk and a prick and a kid
And a saint and a God and I hate what he did
He kicked off the stool
And he's never coming home
Kicked off the stool
And he's never coming home
She's driving to save her life
And she gets a flat
As he's driving the sacred knife
In her sacred back
I knew it was over
Right from the beginning
(She looked him in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
(You looked me in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
Wish it was October
Wish my head was spinning
(She looked him in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
(You looked me in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
Connie had a cake with the kids at the beach
She's picking up trash on the sand in the street
Mama, don't you worry, 'cause we're never going home
Mama, don't you worry, 'cause we're never going home
Mikey was a punk and a God and a saint
And a priest and a song
You should see the kid play
I loved him like a brother
And he's never coming home
I loved him like a brother
And he's never coming home
She's driving the sacred knife
From her sacred back
And she's prying her sacred life
From his sacred hands
I knew it was over
Right from the beginning
(She looked him in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
(You looked me in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
I wish it was October
Wish my head was spinning
(She looked him in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
(You looked me in the eye)
Said we're never coming home
I knew it was over
Right from the beginning
Connie
Connie cortó el teléfono
Agarró a los niños y las llaves
Los metió en la parte de atrás del auto y gritó
Los miró a los ojos, dijo
Nunca volveremos a casa
Los miró a los ojos, dijo
Nunca volveremos a casa
Mikey era un punk, un idiota y un niño
Y un santo y un Dios y odio lo que hizo
Dio un patadón al taburete
Y nunca volverá a casa
Dio un patadón al taburete
Y nunca volverá a casa
Ella conduce para salvar su vida
Y se le poncha una llanta
Mientras él clava el cuchillo sagrado
En su espalda sagrada
Sabía que se había acabado
Desde el principio
(Lo miró a los ojos)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casa
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casa
Ojalá fuera octubre
Ojalá mi cabeza estuviera dando vueltas
(Lo miró a los ojos)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casa
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casa
Connie tenía un pastel con los niños en la playa
Está recogiendo basura en la arena de la calle
Mamá, no te preocupes, porque nunca volveremos a casa
Mamá, no te preocupes, porque nunca volveremos a casa
Mikey era un punk, un Dios y un santo
Y un sacerdote y una canción
Deberías ver al niño tocar
Lo amé como a un hermano
Y nunca volverá a casa
Lo amé como a un hermano
Y nunca volverá a casa
Ella está manejando el cuchillo sagrado
Desde su espalda sagrada
Y está sacando su vida sagrada
De sus manos sagradas
Sabía que se había acabado
Desde el principio
(Lo miró a los ojos)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casa
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casa
Ojalá fuera octubre
Ojalá mi cabeza estuviera dando vueltas
(Lo miró a los ojos)
Dijo nunca volveremos a casa
(Tú me miraste a los ojos)
Dijiste nunca volveremos a casa
Sabía que se había acabado
Desde el principio