Clark
Picture perfect like the one on the postcard
The one you sent me from the prison yard.
It's so good to be home again
It's so good to be home, home again.
Breathe that stale air into my lungs
Where nothing has changed at all since the day I got sprung.
It's so good to be home again
It's so good to be with bad friends
It's so good to be home, home again.
I traded my nine to five for five to nine
I gave up punching clocks, now I'm just doing time
I've seen the pros and cons, now I'm where I belong
I've made my decision, you've got your prison and I've got mine.
The Birdman of Alcatraz on my stolen TV
Made me so homesick and I slugged the cop on the beat.
It's so good to be home again
It's so good to be with bad friends
It's so good to be home, home again.
It's so good to be home again
It's so good to be with bad friends
It's so good to be home, home again
Home again, home again, home again.