Coming Home Lyrics

King Diamond - Coming Home Lyrics

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Coming Home Lyrics

"Grandma'?"

"I knew it was You at the door, I saw

You from the window. Now come

inside My dear. It's good to see You

again, despite what You did to MY

throat. "THEY" are waiting upstairs.

Come. Missy is there too. She's sitting

on Grandpa's lap. I bet You're dying for

a cup of tea."

Solo: ~ Andy

      @ Pete

To whom it may concern.

    I am scared to death. 9 years ago they finally let me out, and I

was just beginning to feel better. I am not Myself any longer.

I guess You could not even recognize My face if You saw Me now.

That phone call 2 hours ago has torn Me apart. It was Grandma.

She invited Me back to the old house. I do not want to go back,

but I must. Maybe You will understand My fear if I tell

You what happened during My childhood.

    18 years ago I was living with My mother and

My sister Missy in Grandma's old house. I had

been told that Grandma was away on a long vacation,

and that she would soon return. She did.

    I have later found out that she was actually being released

from that same asylum. "She's insane", they said, when she

kept on babbling about "THEM". I still cannot make up

My mind about who really did separate Grandpa's head

from his shoulders. You see, "THEY" were always so

nice to Me.

    Anyway, time is short and I must leave for the old

house. So here is what happened 18 years ago. And

in case we never see each other again, at least You

will know why.

    I bet we are going to have tea.

K.D.  3-12-87

  King Diamond

    All vocals

Andy La Rocque

   Lead Guitar

    Pete Blakk

   Lead Guitar

    Hal Patino

   Bass Guitar

    Mikkey Dee

         Drums

Crew:

Gomez

Pap

Kevin

Vinnie

Jethro

Mikkel

Pete would like to dedicate his guitarwork to the

memory of Krister Petersson.

I hope you've find your Place.

R.I.P.

I would like to dedicate this album to the memory of

Grujica, my good friend and uncle.

Keep on rocking wherever you are.

R.I.P.

Mikkey