Millencolin - Home from home

^CFor six weeks I had this ^Fjob ^GCleaning the local ^Chospital ^CThe pay was o.k. but I didn't ^Flike to swab So I ^Gchanged it for a bass ^Cguitar ^CBordedom was my ^Fcompanion ^GStuck to me like ^Cglue ^CBut I broke the ^Fbond To ^Gmake some dreams come ^Ctrue

^CLike a street to a hustler, a ^Fface to the soul It's the ^Gone and the only ^Cplace we control ^CIt's our reality, not just a ^Fpoem It's a ^Gplace that we call ^Chome

^CFor some time I went to ^Fschool Tried to ^Glearn what's right and ^Cwrong ^CI didn't like their schemes I couldn't ^Fbuy their rules So I ^Gwent back to where I ^Cbelong ^CYou gotta love the ^Fsound Of that ^Gguitar and the ^Cbass ^CThe snare it sounds like a ^Fgunfire ^GIt's like a thousand decibel punch in the ^Cface

^CLike a street to a hustler, a ^Fface to the soul It's the ^Gone and the only ^Cplace we control ^CIt's our reality, not just a ^Fpoem It's a ^Gplace that we call ^Chome

^CLike a street to a hustler, a ^Fface to the soul It's the ^Gone and the only ^Cplace we control ^CIt's our reality, not just a ^Fpoem It's a ^Gplace that we call ^Chome

^GEast or West ? well home is the best! ^GThough I sometimes feel like a clown ^GBut I've also had the feeling. Yes! ^GThat I'm unstoppable ^GAnd that no one can bring me ^Cdown

^CLike a street to a hustler, a ^Fface to the soul It's the ^Gone and the only ^Cplace we control ^CIt's our reality, not just a ^Fpoem It's a ^Gplace that we call ^Chome

^CLike a street to a hustler, a ^Fface to the soul It's the ^Gone and the only ^Cplace we control ^CIt's our reality, not just a ^Fpoem It's a ^Gplace that we call ^Chome

^CStep right ^Fin ^GErase what's on your ^Cmind ^CStep right ^Fin ^GLeave everything beh^Cind ^GLeave it ^Cbehind ^GLeave it ^Cbehind ^GLeave it ^Cbehind