Guns how they smoke behind the dogwood trees All the bars are closed right before the county line Oh how that breeze smells like honey from a bee Is it hell, is it home, or is it me? Jesus is stuck inside my TV screen Giving all the answers but never holding me Heaven's too far away and I can't find no peace Is it hell, is it home, or is it me? Oh I feel like the cotton wools hiding down between my toes Precious light, how I seek, I can't believe the world I see Devils are watching, take me up with you I can use the company, and I'm sure you can use it too Flying in your spaceship, dance on Saturn's rings Is it hell, is it home, or is it me? Is it hell, is it home, or is it me? Is it hell, is it home, or is it me?