Lyric 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 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