Gotta Get Home

I got a camera round my neck No money in my pocket Here comes the Tea a Wana police I`m running guess I lost it Then I heard STOP and I turned around And saw that gun aiming at me I gotta get home Gotta get home I gotta get home Gotta get home I never wanted to go there But I was told You got to see it If you can take all the verbal abuse And the smell of the streets it`s worth it Pharmacies like supermarkets Photographs on painted donkeys Real cheap booze to hold you prisoner I gotta get home Gotta get home I gotta get home Gotta get home I gotta get home I gotta get home Gotta get home I gotta get home Gotta get home I gotta get home Gotta get home I gotta get home Gotta get home