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 a bass guitar
 (Well 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 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
 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
 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
 (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
 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
 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
 Step right in
 Erase what's on your mind
 Step right in
 Leave everything behind
 Leave it behind
 Leave it behind
 Leave it behind