Home from Home

For six weeks I had this job cleaning the local hospital The pay was okay, but I didn't like to swab So I changed it for my ba*s 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 ba*s 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