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