Lyrics:
And the years rolled slowly past, I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
I guess I
text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight (Bongo By The Way)
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb')
Fuck it, I done
Well I swear if I could spare the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home
So if you're gonna leave your town where
not pass this way again
So here in the night
Leave your home it's time for running
Out of the light
I see the hosts of Mohammed coming
The Holy
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
This is Mark, oh-Who-gives-a-fuck from '93 TV
This is my co-host, Bob Buttafuoco
(Hey hey guys) Yeah yeah yeah
We
top
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss
Man, just gotta get goin'
Where the night might lead
I know what I was
raised a son so well
Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners
Singing about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there
Hey,
my Jersey Belle back, she'll never go ‘way no more.
I know my Jersey Belle, boys by the way she low.
She'll call me. She ‘s call me so many times
A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way.
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today.
But she never complains
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
dressed up and no-one with them
Lead them not into temptation
With your tales of hell's damnation
[Chorus]
Searching for the long way home
Searching
pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself
I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger
overtime
She can't be rude as she says
"Sir, I must be home tonight"
She dances to the kitchen stove
Dinner is served by nine
He says his food's an hour late
just a free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
Those years just flow by like a broken down dam
Make me an angel that
the whistle blow as she rolls by
My olden shoes are worn
My olden clothes are torn
And I hate to go home now this-a-way
This-a-way, this-a-way
Hate
A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls
Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights
Life can be an ol' briar patch
Gotta dance your way
A long time forgotten are dreams that just fell by the way
And the good life he promised ain't what she's living today
But she never complains
I left my home by the ocean,
I left my love by the sea,
Dreaming I could sing my songs in the city
I thought the streets of London
Would be
Home is where I long to be
(Chorus--All--x2)
Home
(Da da da da)
Oh take me home
(Da da da da)
Oh to the people
(Da da da da da)
I left behind
(Da da da)
life
There's the home life, and the night life
But which ever direction you go
Wait a bit, wait a bit, Joe
There's a right way, and a wrong way
There's
everlasting peace
[ piano ]
Surrounded by an angry sea that's made of hate and sin
But I won't sink as long as I won't let the waters in
And with the help
ain't no highway
I'm blowin' by the double five
I know I'm going way too fast
I been down this road just searching' for the end
It don't go nowhere,
the same till I find a way back home again
In someone else's eyes
I saw reflections of a girl I was who caught me by surprise
Seein' a woman who's
know you said goodbye
Loving you is the only way to fly
Can't find the strength to stand alone
Can't seem to find my way back home
I fell so far so
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