Well i can't speak their language
But i can order their ales
So I can skip those borders
If all else fails
Strength in my passport
Samsonite Samson
I'll find my Delilah and i'ma fill a stein (philistine)
Glass with reckless abandon
And i aint got a place round here
And no one know my face round here
I've only got my word to spread and
A place to rest my head.
And i aint got a place round here
And no one know my face round here
I've only got my word to spread and
A place to rest my head.
Well i've been crushed by the cabin pressure
Placed on a pedestal and praised by strangers
And when i think that i'm king of the hill
I still look small to the mountain ranges
From the river to the sea,
From the city to the stages
Driven by humility and my pen upon these pages
Cause i grew up on the train lines
Where i learned to duck and weave
While the city slept them sleepers kept
A certain hold over me
But now i've flown my coop
But i know where i was founded
So no matter how high that i fly
Them sleepers keep me grounded.
And i aint got a place round here
And no one know my face round here
I've only got my word to spread and
A place to rest my head.
And i aint got a place round here
And no one know my face round here
I've only got my word to spread and
A place to rest my head.
And i aint got a place round here
And no one know my face round here
I've only got my word to spread and
A place to rest my head.