Bomb

	All that you do, all that you say
	To get to home is to get away
	You can stay home or go away
	To get to home is to get away
	I hear it, oh, oh, oh,
	I hear itAlways a rich, never the cold
	Don't take the pain now, hold out for more
	And when you wake up your dying days
	To get to home, still to get away
	I hear it, oh, oh, oh,
	I hear itI hear it,
	I hear it,
	I hear itI hear it,
	I hear itI hear it,
	I hear itI hear it