Born a stranger in a place where the official language didn't belong
The only one that I knew and felt so wrong
The same old streets and a fountain place
With no running water, like the tears on my face
Music, my companion on this urban journey
Guide, lover, teacher from distant lands
Arrived, hailed from places I had yet to roam
Yet, deep within, they were already home
The foreign buzz was tickling my head
Digging this place, sometimes replaced by a sense of dread
I looked too different from the suburban peripheral type
Out of the hype, mostly shite for the people of the night
I did adapt and hide behind the masks I wear
Familiar faces I should savor, if you dare relaxing
Bear for a second, they will get you
Born stranger and stranger, you're looking for danger
Here's the thing rhyming, the foreign way
Not by the men or the women you take to bed
But for the smell of your foreign soul instead
There is no value to claiming their place
As a true patriot, I shed all attire
Burning it with every flag in a washing fire
Weirdness, full blown
Werewolf, full moon
I howl at the first strike of a piano chord
You know what, I can roll
Flip back, play dead, give paw
But I won't do, cause I'm a cabro
I can't negotiate my true sense of nature
For an economy class seat in your fancy theatre
So lend me your hand and let's head to
This weird road trip that I do
No need to get one thousand million miles under your heels
Just steer and see how it feels
And if you listen well, it's you I'm talking about
Like all the men and women in and out
The mould of the planet, or as Chuck said once
The crap of this world, all joined in a dance
Tears have been driving, suffering well
Not by the men or the women you take to bed
But for the smell of your foreign soul instead
If you value a volcano or even a stone
Bear no insignia, no claim of their own
As a true patriot, I shed all attire
Burning every flag in a washing fire
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Born a stranger in a place where the official language didn't belong
The only one that I knew and felt so wrong
The same old streets and a fountain place
With no running water, like the tears on my face
Music, my companion on this urban journey
Guide, lover, teacher from distant lands
Arrived, hailed from places I had yet to roam
Yet, deep within, they were already home
The foreign buzz was tickling my head
Digging this place, sometimes replaced by a sense of dread
I looked too different from the suburban peripheral type
Out of the hype, mostly shite for the people of the night
I did adapt and hide behind the masks I wear
Familiar faces I should savor, if you dare relaxing
Bear for a second, they will get you
Born stranger and stranger, you're looking for danger
Here's the thing rhyming, the foreign way
Not by the men or the women you take to bed
But for the smell of your foreign soul instead
There is no value to claiming their place
As a true patriot, I shed all attire
Burning it with every flag in a washing fire
Weirdness, full blown
Werewolf, full moon
I howl at the first strike of a piano chord
You know what, I can roll
Flip back, play dead, give paw
But I won't do, cause I'm a cabro
I can't negotiate my true sense of nature
For an economy class seat in your fancy theatre
So lend me your hand and let's head to
This weird road trip that I do
No need to get one thousand million miles under your heels
Just steer and see how it feels
And if you listen well, it's you I'm talking about
Like all the men and women in and out
The mould of the planet, or as Chuck said once
The crap of this world, all joined in a dance
Tears have been driving, suffering well
Not by the men or the women you take to bed
But for the smell of your foreign soul instead
If you value a volcano or even a stone
Bear no insignia, no claim of their own
As a true patriot, I shed all attire
Burning every flag in a washing fire
The only one that I knew and felt so wrong
The same old streets and a fountain place
With no running water, like the tears on my face
Music, my companion on this urban journey
Guide, lover, teacher from distant lands
Arrived, hailed from places I had yet to roam
Yet, deep within, they were already home
The foreign buzz was tickling my head
Digging this place, sometimes replaced by a sense of dread
I looked too different from the suburban peripheral type
Out of the hype, mostly shite for the people of the night
I did adapt and hide behind the masks I wear
Familiar faces I should savor, if you dare relaxing
Bear for a second, they will get you
Born stranger and stranger, you're looking for danger
Here's the thing rhyming, the foreign way
Not by the men or the women you take to bed
But for the smell of your foreign soul instead
There is no value to claiming their place
As a true patriot, I shed all attire
Burning it with every flag in a washing fire
Weirdness, full blown
Werewolf, full moon
I howl at the first strike of a piano chord
You know what, I can roll
Flip back, play dead, give paw
But I won't do, cause I'm a cabro
I can't negotiate my true sense of nature
For an economy class seat in your fancy theatre
So lend me your hand and let's head to
This weird road trip that I do
No need to get one thousand million miles under your heels
Just steer and see how it feels
And if you listen well, it's you I'm talking about
Like all the men and women in and out
The mould of the planet, or as Chuck said once
The crap of this world, all joined in a dance
Tears have been driving, suffering well
Not by the men or the women you take to bed
But for the smell of your foreign soul instead
If you value a volcano or even a stone
Bear no insignia, no claim of their own
As a true patriot, I shed all attire
Burning every flag in a washing fire
Writer: Luigi Cirillo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid