Home From Home

For six weeks I had this job

Cleaning the local hospital

The pay was o.k. but I didnt 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

Its the one and the only place we control

Its our reality, not just a poem

Its a place that we call home

For some time I went to school

Tried to learn whats right and wrong

I didnt like their schemes

I couldnt 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

Its like a thousand decibel punch in the face

East or west ? well home is the best!

Though I sometimes feel like a clown

But Ive also had the feeling. yes!

That Im unstoppable

And that no one can bring me down

Step right in

Erase whats on your mind

Step right in

Leave everything behind

Leave it behind