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