well i can’t speak their language but i can order their ales
so I can skip those borders if all else fails
strength in my passport Samsonite Samson
i’ll find my Delilah and i’ma fill a stein (philistine) glass with reckless abandon
and i aint got a place round here
and no one know my face round here
i’ve only got my word to spread and
a place to rest my head.
and i aint got a place round here
and no one know my face round here
i’ve only got my word to spread and
a place to rest my head.
well i’ve been crushed by the cabin pressure
placed on a pedestal and praised by strangers
and when i think that i’m king of the hill
i still look small to the mountain ranges
from the river to the sea, from the city to the stages
driven by humility and my pen upon these pages
cause i grew up on the train lines
where i learned to duck and weave
while the city slept them sleepers kept
a certain hold over me
but now i’ve flown my coop but i know where i was founded
so no matter how high that i fly them sleepers keep me grounded.
and i aint got a place round here
and no one know my face round here
i’ve only got my word to spread and
a place to rest my head.and i aint got a place round here
and no one know my face round here
i’ve only got my word to spread and
a place to rest my head.and i aint got a place round here
and no one know my face round here
i’ve only got my word to spread and
a place to rest my head.
*DROPS MIC*