You Ain't Goin' Nowhere Songtext
von The Wilson Pickers

When I look around I see people paranoid by every sound
Violence is everywhere in my surrounds
The world is changing and turning, turning like a rolling stone
Good and bad have been confound by those who try and die alone
This ain′t my home
No media to my eyes
No crap to my mind
Sick of meds and desolation
I'm done with the dumbs that try to kill my motivation
What′s the point of education
Or even the purpose of this whole nation
To shut our brains out bringing penny-can desperation?
This ain't home, the place where I belong
When I sit alone, all I think about it everything that's wrong


Why can′t everyone be there to stop and stare
People don′t understand that life goes on and on
It all goes from what you need
To what you want until it's gone
This ain′t my home
Homeless kids and drug addict' moms
Overworked dads and on-the-street bums
We see their smile but don′t know their past
Don't even know if they had breakfast
It′s not that complex you wise old fools
Put up your forces of violent tools
Give freedom a voice, let hope have a chance
Return to your work, return to your dance
This ain't home, the place where I belong