O.K. I finally got away from home I got an apartment of my own I entertain my rancid date And she can hang around 'til late Oh boy! Away from home O
Übersetzung: Stachel. Away From Home.
lips taste of cruel words My eyes sting with salt But you can take the way I feel about you And put it in a vault You're My All-Time Doll From near and from
from the grace So this is goodbye, I take leave of you and spread your wings and you will fly away now, fly away now Nothing on earth stays forever
no Corvette But he stings just like a Sting Ray And that's my only redemption in this house of detention That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
and telephones, to make the unknown known Before sticks and stones broke bones We was conquerin', Roman gold robes Kidnapped, naked away from home, now
water together. Then a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river When coming home from the pub on a Saturday
without assistance my friends The song goes on I'll sing again until the music enervates The song goes on The sting of pain will dull and finally fade away
mind You can't party your life away Drink your life away Smoke your life away Fuck your life away Dream your life away Scheme your life away Cause your
inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away
Eyes They burn From stinging travel And missing you Is hard To handle Stayed away a thousand days And things have changed like a decade Made the most
, walk me down Broadway I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you So shake it away, so shake away your street life And
) I get lonelier each time you go away (Uh) So baby won't you stay with me tonight? (Yeah, yeah) I got to get away Ladies you ever felt growing away
G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico Late
So potent I promise these fiends feel the sting in they socks But see the sun gon' come out tomorrow so when you try to ease away With these cheese
of delight Take my hand and lead me To the garden Of delight Of delight repeat CHORUS Home(home) Home(home) Home(home) Home(home)
junk shop And I brought it home to you Along the way the colors ran The orange bled the blue Found a rug In an old junk shop And I brought it home
