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 my 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 like the one and only place we can 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   That 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 like the one and only place we can control   It's our reality, not just a poem   It's the 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 some 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 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