No Place Like Home  
      I'm faced with the facts  
      And a fist full of threats 
      I stand quite amused  
      At the end of the bed 
      I have no defense  
      For what I have said 
      As a handful of love  
      Whacks me right round the head 

      She's growling and stalking  
      And grabs from a pile 
      A book that she throws  
      And it missed by a mile 
      I'm holding a pillow  
      And as naked as sin 
      I'm backed to a corner  
      With a wastepaper bin 
      Then up on the mattress  
      There's no place to go 
      I'm guilty yes guilty  
      But there's no place like home 

      I rewind the hours  
      To see what went wrong 
      I plead for forgiveness  
      And I'm hit like a gong 
      It seems that I'm guilty 
      Of smiling too long 
      When recalling lovers  
      That now are long gone 
      I'm guilty you’re guilty  
      So let me be stoned 
      The past is the present  
      When there's no place like home 

      Off with the shoes  
      And a whack round the head 
      Your ear rings like a phone 
      Some explanation  
      Might patch and mend 
      A love that's lost control  
      Now there's no place like home

      (c) 1985 Virgin Music Inc. (ASCAP)

  • FROM THE ALBUM: Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti, the second single from that album.
  • COMPILATIONS: Greatest Hits, Excess Moderation.
  • From the Excess Moderation sleevenotes. Glenn: Domestic disharmony meets the kitchen sink and comes out fighting in what I think is a spirited song from the sluggish Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti. Chris: Kitchen sinks, I was tied to them. "Suds" they called me.