[Verse 1 - Beit Nun:]

...Yeah, listen
Going home slowly won't be the death of me
But that's exactly what this Hennessy is telling me
How will they remember me? (How?)
Maybe as the new Jim Morrison, it was meant to be

Mate, keep me in your memory
Won't be long till I'm home
This triple vodka's like a shot to the dome
One for the road

Swigging these barrels of Guinness
Faster than Alex Higgins
Then after i'm finished use glasses to catch my sick in

I'm back to bingeing just nipped in for a half
I've got the car now it's 3 a.m. and I'm still at the bar
Ambitions of a modern-day Mick Jagger
But I doubt this rapper's gonna outlive Gazza (No)

I need a breather, my liver needs it
Because I smash it like Oliver Reed did
I'm River Phoenix
Racking this final speedball in
I'm Janis buried alive in the blues
I'm free-falling (slowly)
Keep talking and I won't fade
Just want to do this in my own way
And still be here in my old age
I'm George Best plus a case of twenty-four Becks
Known by my first name in every bar in the north-west (yes)

Never been one to stick to the rules like Robert Johnson
I live for the blues, women and booze
As I stretch my imagination
When I'm done I'll be gladly taken out at my peak
Like GG Allin at the gas station


[Chorus - Danae Segovia:]

And I'm done
I always think 'Hey, you've got to be wrong'
That's not that hard to just think to be found
I showed myself, well I'm going
Going home slowly
Going home slowly

I try to face all my troubles but I
Just realise it's my fault when I'm dying
And I know I'm going
Going home slowly
Going home slowly
[Verse 2 - Dan Bull:]

I can't make it a habit to eat properly
Rap with the least quality
Talentless Pete Doherty
Man, I could beat Ozzy to the bar aboard the crazy train
I reached the point where I feel that nothing could make me sane

My troubles are as deep as each crease on Keith Richards' cheeks
So, barkeep, keep refilling these pitchers, please
We find it hard to leave the party scene
We're far too keen, so pardon me
If I just seem a bit too Charlie Sheen

Parks, gardens, arts, crafts and tea: that's hardly me
When the wind blows I feel the Bacardi breeze
Make the beat boom like Keith Moon rocking with The Who
Overheat and burn out as if I've overclocked my CPU

That's something I hope you never see me do
The same way you need me
I need you to see me through

Took my health and pushed it
Fell too rough, it's self-destructive
Now I'm down for the count from countless drug binge
It's just another helpless mug
Trying to scratch the itches hurting
A pitch a-perfect reinvisioning of Richard Burton
It isn't worth it if you're searching for a quick solution
Ask John Belushi, Brittany Murphy or Whitney Houston

I'm on one like I'm John Bonham
It's not long, and then I'm gone
And the one song I did last
That's my Swan Song
Swan of the Hong Kong and swig liquors
Till they find me dead in a hotel with Sid Vicious

[Chorus - Danae Segovia:]

And I'm done
I always think 'Hey, you've got to be wrong'
That's not that hard to just think to be found
I showed myself, well I'm going
Going home slowly
Going home slowly

I try to face all my troubles but I
Just realise it's my fault when I'm dying
And I know I'm going
Going home slowly
Going home slowly

Going home slowly
Going home slowly

Going home slowly
Going home slowly