A red tasseled room with a star studded ceiling
Looks like a strip joint stuck in the eighties
The art on the walls is absolute trash
With dusty old bottles and framed foreign cash
Nearly everyone here just got off a shift
With nowhere to go they stay for a bit
They all sport their scars and their shirts are a blast
I now know twenty ways to say
Just raise your glass
There's an argument brewing that breaks into song
Most times you find peace if you hum a few bars
The beer's not too cheap but you don't have to tip
Unless Wendy bends over and drops you a kick
Nearly everyone here goes home alone
They don't need a partner cause they're already stoned
At least they've got time to stare at a game
Instead of nesting at home going slowly insane
Home again at the Falling Star
Home again at the Falling Star
A red tasseled room with a star studded ceiling
Looks like a strip joint stuck in the eighties
The art on the walls is absolute trash
With dusty old bottles and framed foreign cash
Nearly everyone here goes home alone
They don't need a partner cause they're already stoned
At least they've got time to stare at a game
Instead of nesting at home going slowly insane
Home again at the Falling Star
Home again at the Falling Star
Home again, home again
Home again at the Falling Star
Falling Star
Falling Star
Falling Star
Take us home
Home again, home again
Home again, home again