歌词
No more food that tastes like paper would if paper didn't taste so good
No more of you trying to sing Amazing Grace
Oh how sweet the sound will be
Oh how sweet everything will be
Now that I, now that I, I am going home
They are gonna crap their pants when they open the door
They are gonna break, they're gonna break out the good champagne
And oh how sweet the taste will be
Oh how sweet everything will be
Now that I, now that I, I am going home
I am going to find the man who put me here
And when I do, well, well, well, we'll see
But oh how sweet revenge will be
Oh how sweet everything, everything will be
Now that I, now that I, I am going home!