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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 lve 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 SongtexteBut 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 Aus Songtexte Mania