Forthcoming Fire - My Way Back Home (Tied Version)

Don't wanna be where the millions live
Don't wanna be where confusion is
Don't wanna breathe in your urban jungle
I'm on the way back home
Don't wanna walk in the midst of the crowd
Don't wanna hear them scream and shout
Don't wanna see their busy faces
I'm on the way back home

Why can't ya see? I can't go on like this
I wanna live where silence is
I'm sick of all that Rock'n'Roll
I'm on the way back home

Human being, what does it mean?
It's no illusion but still a dream
No, I don't need your way of life
I'm on the way back home

It's like possession, maybe a passion or just a fashion

No, I don't wanna stay on the scene
I'm not your kind of sex-machine
Don't like the way you talk to me
I'm on the way back home

You lost your soul, your preciousness, honey
You sold away your life for money
I'm sick of all that fashion-smile
I'm on the way back home

For every step I have to pay
Color TVs for a life of grey
I'm gonna find another way
I'm on the way back home

I wanna walk through growing fields
I wanna be where life is real
Don't wanna breathe in your urban jungle
I'm on the way back home

Urban jungle, you demand my soul
You try to burn me like a piece of coal
1000 voices beset my soul
Don't wanna be there in this urban hole

Written by:
JOSEF WILHELM MARIA KLUMB

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