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 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