King Kobra - Home Street Home lyrics

Home Home When I was ten, my old man split My mama just couldn't deal with it So I jumped onto a railroad car And headed out west to be a rock star Well, I got off in Hollywood And I'd get out, baby, if I could 'Cause times is tough and my luck is bad I ain't got no money and it makes me mad So when you see me on the street Just remember my shoes could be on your feet And it's home street home (Home, home) Home street home, yeah (Home, home) Well, a buddy of mine went to Vietnam And his own guys hit him with a shot of Napalm Now he can't really breathe that well And he can't get a job, but what the hell His benefits ain't never come through And I'm sure they were spent by you-know-who I'd like to laugh, that'd be a switch Ha, life ain't no joke, it's a b**h And when you see him on the street Just remember him shoes could be on your feet And it's home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home street home (Home, home) home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home sweet home (Home, home) Let me go on the street Oh, home street home, baby (Home, home) Home street home (Home, home) He spends his time walking 'round the town People see his shopping cart and they put him down There's a home street home everywhere you go He never made big but he can put on a show He's got no rest, no fills, but he don't care If he needs a place to sleep, he can go anywhere He don't need to ask for spare change from you Just appreciate what he goes through And when you see him on the street Just remember his shoes could be on your feet And it's home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home street home, yeah (Home, home) Home street home, yeah (Home, home) Let me go on the street Get tough!