Home From Home

Home From Home - Millencolin

Written by：Sarsevic/E. Olsson/F. Larzon/M. Farm

For six weeks I had this job

Cleaning the local hospital

The pay was OK

But I didn't like to swab

So I changed it for a bass guitar

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 the 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 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 the 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 the place that we call home

East or was well

Home is the best

Though I sometimes feel like a clown

But I've also ad 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 the 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 the 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