Текст, перевод и аккорды “Home From Home”
- For six weeks I had this job Cleaning the local hospital The pay was o.k. but I didnt 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 Its the one and the only place we control Its our reality, not just a poem Its a place that we call home For some time I went to school Tried to learn whats right and wrong I didnt like their schemes I couldnt 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 Its like a thousand decibel punch in the face East or west ? well home is the best! Though I sometimes feel like a clown But Ive also had the feeling. yes! That Im unstoppable And that no one can bring me down Step right in Erase whats on your mind Step right in Leave everything behind Leave it behind
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