BLACKOUT PROBLEMS - Boys Without a Home

My friends, don't leave me alone,
We're the rebels for the good cause,
The boys without a home,
I've heard you wanna move on,
Stop the record & press pause,
Time washed away our goals

Rou screams from the stereo
A group of friends can change the world


The Boss screams from the stereo
Tramps like us are born to run

Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
The smallest gang around I'll be here to hold your hand

My friends let's leave home,
To change what has been fucked up
By the greedy & the cold
A common goal, no common boys,
Don't stop the record, don't press pause
No one fucks with our goals

We're screaming at the stereo
We fight until we're coming home

So many days out on the road,
I wish I could hold on, but it feels like
The boys without a home are dead & gone,
So many days out on the road,
I wish I could hold on, but it feels like
None of us are ever coming home.

Come what may I'll stand right here beside you.

Written by:
Marcus Schwarzbach, Mario Radetzky, Michael Dreilich

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing

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