I feel I'm coming home again In morning dew A glorious scene came through Like war is over now Pure moments of thought In the meaning of love This war is over now Salaam allah alad donia alal'insaan (salute god and bless life and humans)

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

I'm a wandering stranger And I love you And you love me Someday we can make it together Just you and me, oh just you and me Lost all alone I'm a million miles away I know you're waiting for To come home again

'Til I see you again That's the only way to go Fightin' the good fight Til the good Lord calls you home This is our last goodbye So be well my friend Preacher said he died too young Over there totin' that gun For Uncle Sam and our freedom

Bury your sorrow I'm feeling fine No more tomorrow I found my peace of mind Sinking once again Got no worries, I've found my chosen friends Drifting from all I've known Within this solace, now I call my home I've found my peace of mind

Bring the boys back home Don't leave the children on their own, no, no Wrong, do it again Are you feeling okay? There's a man answering, but he keeps hanging up Is there anybody out there?

I don't know my name I've turned against my home I don't know who to blame I'm turning into stone, turning to stone Leave me bleeding, leave me dying on my own Leave me wanting, climb your way into my soul I don't like it, I can't live without a trace I

We got action when you don't Show are places when you won't G-Unit, G-G-G-G, G-Unit Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G G G G G-Unit! Haha! Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare we at it again A desert eagle and a black mack

I suspect foul play Said I suspect foul play Oh, I suspect foul play It's Wednesday night, my woman's out Once again I'm home alone Lately every Wednesday night She's late getting home She phoned from work at quittin' time Says the bossed asked her to

This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again