Home

In a word, perfect All the years, worth it Suffering for selling the dream To the few who hide behind the screens of Freedom, run to move Freedom A right to choose A place to call Your home, your own home Where you'll grow old And you'll become a man In your home, your own home Where you'll grow old A women in your hand With a word, guilty Knowing more's plenty To stop a man from having his sin Knowing that his time will come the day you Free him, from this room Free him Give him the right to choose A place to call Your home, your own home Where you'll grow old And you'll become a man In your home, your own home Where you'll grow old A women in your hand In your home, your own home Where you'll grow old And you'll become a man In your home, your own home Where you'll grow old With your women in your hand In your home, your own home, ow Ow, yeah Your own home A women in your hand Ow, you'll become a man