For six weeks I had this job Cleaning the local hospital The pay was o.k. but I didn`t like to swab So I changed it for a bass guitar Bordedom was my companion Stuck to me like glue But I broke the bond To make some dreams come true
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul It`s the one and the only place we control It`s our reality, not just a poem It`s a place that we call home
For some time I went to school Tried to learn what`s right and wrong I didn`t like their schemes I couldn`t buy their rules So I went back to where I belong You gotta love the sound Of that guitar and the bass The snare it sounds like a gunfire It`s like a thousand decibel punch in the face
East or West ? well home is the best! Though I sometimes feel like a clown But I`ve also had the feeling. Yes! That I`m unstoppable And that no one can bring me down
Step right in Erase what`s on your mind Step right in Leave everything behind Leave it behind
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