Everybody needs a hand to hold on
And a deal to get sold on
There's a mad man loose without a doubt
And he's calling you out
Yeah he's calling you

Come on in, its cold outside
And we've got room for more
Shut the door

Going home
Going home
Going home

Everybody wants to kill their brother
Put the blame on another
Wake up, wake up this house is on fire
And we're down to the wire,
Yes we're down to it

Come on it it's cold outside
And we've got room for more
Shut the door

Going home
Going home
Going home