Millencolin

For six weeks I had this job
Cleaning the local hospital
The pay was o.k. but I didnt like to swab
So I changed it for a bass guitar
Bordedom was my companion
Stuck to me like glue
But I broke the bond
To make some dreams come true
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
Its the one and the only place we control
Its our reality, not just a poem
Its a place that we call home
For some time I went to school
Tried to learn whats right and wrong
I didnt like their schemes
I couldnt buy their rules