BD3

Adolescent dreams and the ghost of Tupac
Still the devil has all the best beats
Hip hop and an image to keep
Brother hardware under the seat
On the wall Bin Laden was here
Turn around and he disappears
Soft spring rain and wild skies
Wild hope in all the kids' eyes
And no-one's really sure if this is home
And no-one's really sure if this is home
Wake up early when the nights are slow
Hit the shell carris Taunton Road
Take a long drive up at the Moor
Park up in a place we know
Tie in the back seats getting stoned
To forget everything at home
Mess about with a peeping phone
Gazing down on the city below
And no-one's really sure if this is home
And no-one's really sure if this is home
And no-one's really sure if this is home
Check the rear view mirror at the lights
See who else is about tonight
The wandering dogs in the ruined streets
The families all with secrets to keep
I lie awake and I hear the sounds
The sirens wail and the car alarms
A call to prayer and a call to arms
The bass subs of the boombox cars
The first riffs on the cheap guitars
Tinker ponies on the edge of the park
The drums roll and the dogs they bark
I know the sounds like the beat of my heart
And it's not where you're from or where you've been
It's not a matter of blood or family tree
Everybody believes what they want to believe
Maybe come from some kind of refugee
Yeah running from something
Just looking for somewhere
To another somewhere
Just looking for somewhere
Exiled from something
And no-one's really sure if this is home
And no-one's really sure if this is home