Il testo della On my way home

On my way home
I did not see police brutality
On my way home
I saw a fat policeman
Trying to catch a thief

On my way home
I saw some men
Having a fist fight
And i said to myself
This ain't right
On my way home

I live in a sad cold town
I ride in a sad blue bus
I ride with men
Who have nicotine lungs
I ride with women
Who speak in tongues

On my way home
Pain and shame
Coming out of
Every child's face
And every man

On my way home
The lights go off
The supermarkets close at 9
And we all go home