(Glenn Tipton & K.K. Downing)
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You're looking at me why
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Sort of like a leper vibe
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Okay for your kind
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But it's too good for me
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And a hey I know I'm
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Never gonna qualify
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For all the bullshit
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Of your social degrees
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Oh look down your noses at me
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Hating my identity
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Oh but that don't mean a damn thing you see
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'Cause down here in hell everybody loves me
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Hey I know I'm anti-social
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'Cause you act like I'm infected
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With some atrocity
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And though I know I'm
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Every bit the same inside
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My face don't fit
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It's like I've got some disease
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Oh you keep your face turned away
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To strip me of identity
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Oh still got my fortune and fame
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'Cause down here in Hell everyone knows my name
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[Chorus:]
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Hell is home to me
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Might as well be
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I like it here and no-one else invited me
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Hell is home to me
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It has to be ('cause Jesus Christ)
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Nobody else invited me
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Now I belong
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I found my home
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'Cause even though I know things won't
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Get any better, they can certainly never get much worse
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[Chorus]
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Say my whole life I've always been disliked
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Ignored unless you're spitting insults at me
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And I don't know why you felt so justified
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In all the degradation that you dished on me
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Oh! Now my status has changed
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And you've got yourself to blame
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Oh! I'll grab all the attention I crave
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Now I'm running Hell and Heaven won't be the same
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[Chorus]
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Hell Is Home
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| Judas Priest |
