Old School Politics - Coming Home | Текст песни

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• Old School Politics
• Coming Home

I worked on it, took my time
Built on patience this second line
I never though any further than my feelings
In my head, it was just making up the facing
Of the one I am outside

I'm just a fan, of every punk rock talent
Like a mirror without a frame
Though I worked hard it's just for me
This music is my life, so fuck the industry
Understand that I don't give a damn

I'm doing this just for fun
But life is fun
I don't need no reasons why
When I have this shit I feel alive
Like coming home
Yeah, I'm coming home

Everyone needs a stranger to understand him
But we'll both never understand
Why passion never lasts
And why broken hearts we always seek for
Singing things just makes them easier than they are

So go and throw me down
I'll never win an award for what I'm doing
But I've found my own
And I'm coming home