i wanted to go home

how often did i say, how often did i dream
i will get out of this town
but i think you know how it is
to feel alright at home

it's hard to leave a town of skunks
when you' ve adapted to their smell
fresh air can be a strange thing
ey, man i can tell
it wasn't long ago that i strolled through the world
but not far away from home the first problems occured
one of them was the language, i could hardly speak a word
after a week of fish and chips i screamed 'gebt mir ein brot'
the girls never sat longer than two minutes next to me
you don't have to ask me two times where i'd rather been

one day we tried to celebrate, the sky was blue and clear
we thought we had a lot of money to buy wine and beer
but the woman behind the counter told me 'this is not enough'
so i went back to my tent, sat down and started to smoke some grass
i was happy than and i started to grin
my eyes grinned, too and a blue man said it's a sin
in my tent he found what he was looking for
it's hard to believe but this policeman made me poor

then i wanted to go home
just to go home