Текст песни Millencolin - Home from Home
Millencolin - Home from Home слова песни
For six weeks I had this jobCleaning the local hospitalThe pay was o.k. but I didnt like to swabSo I changed it for a bass guitarBordedom was my companionStuck to me like glueBut I broke the bondTo make some dreams come trueLike a street to a hustler, a face to the soulIts the one and the only place we controlIts our reality, not just a poemIts a place that we call homeFor some time I went to schoolTried to learn whats right and wrongI didnt like their schemesI couldnt buy their rulesSo I went back to where I belongYou gotta love the soundOf that guitar and the bassThe snare it sounds like a gunfireIts like a thousand decibel punch in the faceEast or west ? well home is the best!Though I sometimes feel like a clownBut Ive also had the feeling. yes!That Im unstoppableAnd that no one can bring me downStep right inErase whats on your mindStep right inLeave everything behindLeave it behind