Get On Home

Uncle Acid And The Deadbeats

Compositor: Charles Manson

When I was a little boy
I used to hang my feet
In the muddy waters
That run through your streams
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
When I see a wagon it was coming down the street
Filled with feed and swine and such
And that’s a lot of meat

Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
The fields they are golden now the cycle will complete
In order to harvest the grain
You got to cut the weed
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home

When you see the children x’s on their head
If you dare look at them soon you will be dead
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
Babies gonna disappear from the momma’s arms
There’s gonna be a lot of fear
But we’ll be on the run
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home

Daddy used to beat me
He’d treat me like himself
He taught me the ways of a man
And now I’m by myself
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home
Love is all forever and it's been your slave
Now it’s gonna open your eyes
And rise you from your hate
Get on home, get on home
Come on home little children, come on home