Home From Home

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 my bass guitar

Boredom 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 like the one and only place we can control
It's our reality, not just a poem
It's the 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
That snare it sounds like gunfire it's like a thousand decibel
punch in the
face

Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It's like the one and only place we can control
It's our reality, not just a poem
It's the place that we call home

East or west?
Well, home is the best!
Though I sometimes feel like a clown

But i've also had some feeling.
Yes!
That I'm unstoppable and that no one can bring me down!

Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It's the one and only place we control
It's our reality, not just a poem
It's the place that we call home

Step right in
Erase what's on your mind
Step right in
Leave everything behind
Leave it behind