There's no one but the coma
and Roller sounds like a gun
harakiri brush my head


He woke up on my sofa
then started sing chinese hymns

to his Peggy on my bed

then !@!@&& soft tide

and preferred tea of the queen
%#@!ty Roller on my bath


He's rolling stoned bad eyes
makes the morning glad
playing chess

on the Peggy's legs undressed

when this journey of snapshots will fade as snow

when the journey, the masquerade will plague our thoughts
back to the madhouse and calls me and
I'll recall

I'm the same old master,
I'll be damned for you..


Chorus:

No one's coming.

No one's coming.
No one's coming home.
No one's coming.

No one's coming.
No one's coming home.


There's no one but the coma
and Roller sounds like a junk
Helter Skelter from my bath


He's rolling stoned bad eyes
makes the morning glad

playin' chess
on the Peggy's tits undressed


when this journey of snapshots will fade as snow
when the journey, the masquerade will plaugue our thoughts
back to the madhouse and calls me and I'll recall

I'm the same old master, I'll be damned for you..

Chorus:


No one's coming.
No one's coming.

No one's coming home.
No one's coming.
No one's coming.

No one's coming home.

Why I showed you that I'm a reckless

Ghost in fur, Paris undercover
Long gone, Roller don't think about youth.


Chorus:

No one's coming.

No one's coming.
No one's coming home.
No one's coming.

No one's coming.
No one's coming home