rd Fret Intro: You had your body pierced in Naples Found your patron saints in Rome Your Buddha, brought back from Bangkok Hides your runic stones And your star of David, a-crucified In a pendant you made from bones Your Hindi music's on the hifi And your Muslim is on the phone In this place you now call home Still, you take your clothes off slowly To stoned messiah's tones Your mirror ball retro-flits Across your bolstered bed-sit wall And you pray for all life can bring you It's like you're praying for us all Your tarot spoke of a stranger Your I-Ching of a girl unknown In this place you now call home (you now call home) And you bleed for the blade life will give ya But still you want to swallow whole The stoned messiahs prophesise It's like a hot-wire to your soul Like your bible that's holding your life up Or a window to your world As the camera pans out from a laptop We'll watch your world grow small As snowflakes swirl in a ticker-tape snowscape Fade out on a paperweight - and a golden girl Harmonica Break: Oh oh, yeah Turning soul cards with Retsina Which you pour like sacred scrolls Kneeling naked at your altar Your patchwork quilt enfolds ya And it's a Hindi music on the hifi And a Sufi on the phone The dance becoming your reality I think it's time that I was going From this place you now call home OUTRO: Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up Don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up