Home From Home Songtext
von Millencolin

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