Hello, my name is Henry Grant, and take this by my compliments
My letter to those people who don’t know how life works
Someone needs to warn you about those sad lines
Someone needs to warn you when it’s the last time
That they wanted you behind them
Or maybe you’re gon’ lose everything

My dad is far, I'm in a bar, far from my hometown
Since last year I feel like I'm
Alcoholic, victim, sad, almost dead
I wish you were in my head, what was that?
And I bet that they on their fucking bed
So get up, to find your home dream
So get up, to find your home dream (your home dream)

The old men are dying on the bus
The wars are coming to destroy us
The president are full of shit, and I hope he hears it
My grandma had to die for them to get up and fight
Or are they all so satisfied in their bed?
Taking a nap? It’s so sad… What was that?
She was dead

My dad is far, I'm in a bar, far from my hometown
Since last year I feel like I'm
Alcoholic, victim, sad, almost dead (He’s a liar)
I wish you were in my head, what was that? (He’s on fire)
And I bet that they on their fucking bed (He’s a witch)
So get up, to find your home dream (Let’s go get darker)
So get up, to find your home dream

To find your home dream
To find your home dream

He’s a liar
He’s on fire
He’s a witch
Let’s go get darker