This is a song about "Living at home"

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)

I'm definitely in a class of my own

While i was right here sitting here at home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

While you sit at home like a umpire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

He'll be at home jacking off later

I pipe in and one night her

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Yeah hail mary full of grace

In home staring at my face