Part V: We´re coming home again

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feet
The time has come and it´s going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat
The world is spinning
Round and round
Out of control again
From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letterbomb
And visit me in hell
We´re the ones going

Home
We´re coming home again

I started fuckin´ running
As soon as my feet touched ground
We´re back in barrio
And to you and me, that´s jingle town

That´s home
We´re coming home again
Home
We´re coming home again
Home
We´re coming home again
Home
We´re coming home again
(No Fucking Control I Need It I Know...)
Home
We´re coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They´re all out with out you
Havin´ fun...