Home Sweet Home Lyrics
| Song | Home Sweet Home |
| Artist | Chill Bump |
| Album | Starting From Scratch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I was designed to spin you the finest tracks, | |
| I'm thin, my skin is a shiny black. | |
| Yeah, I am wax. | |
| I hibernate in my crate and I relax… | |
| Waiting for the perfect life, | |
| for my band to sell me as merchandise. | |
| Fourty fans wait for me in line. | |
| I ain't even been heard but I've already been signed. | |
| Off I go, I'm so so lucky. | |
| I've found me a home and my owner loves me. | |
| I spin ten times a day. | |
| He grins and sings while I play. | |
| But one night, my owner throws a party. | |
| gets stoned and I'm stolen by somebody. | |
| Please, help! I'm all by myself, | |
| Covered in dust on a stranger's shelf. Damn! | |
| Why d'they take me away from my home sweet home? | |
| Damn, I wanna go back. | |
| Twenty years have passed since I've been strayed. | |
| I've hollered, I've cussed, I've begged and I've prayed, | |
| My cover's colours are beginning to fade. | |
| I'm smothered in dust,‘cause I never get played. | |
| One day, I'm stuffed in a box, | |
| With busted up kicks and ugly clocks. | |
| Exposed at the market for the customers' flux | |
| and I'm sold to a chump for a couple of bucks. | |
| Taken home to be frantically handled, | |
| his hand pulls me back, I'm scratched and dismantled. | |
| My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal, | |
| My piano notes get extracted as samples. | |
| He uses and abuses me, | |
| glues me to a beat, spews a few gooves with me, two or three. | |
| when I thought we were just getting started, | |
| he takes me back to the market… | |
| I can't wait to return to my home sweet home, | |
| ‘cause I've traveled a lot. | |
| Once again, I'm out in the cold, | |
| exposed on the market, waiting to be sold. | |
| Far from home, feeling abandonned. | |
| A random man grabs me and I'm examined. | |
| He buys me whilst rubbing his palms, | |
| and calmly wanders off with me under his arm. | |
| I must've gained value by today | |
| ‘cause he put me up on eBay right away. | |
| When will this shit stop, I'm pissed off. | |
| quickly bought again and then getting shipped off. | |
| But this time… to a known place. | |
| I'm opened and see my owner's face. | |
| He sees the autographs, sheds a tear, | |
| we've both got old, it's been over twenty years. | |
| He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks. | |
| Damn it feels good to be back… Home! | |
| I'm so glad I returned to my home sweet home, | |
| Back to where I belong. | |
| (the loop spins round) |
| I was designed to spin you the finest tracks, | |
| I' m thin, my skin is a shiny black. | |
| Yeah, I am wax. | |
| I hibernate in my crate and I relax | |
| Waiting for the perfect life, | |
| for my band to sell me as merchandise. | |
| Fourty fans wait for me in line. | |
| I ain' t even been heard but I' ve already been signed. | |
| Off I go, I' m so so lucky. | |
| I' ve found me a home and my owner loves me. | |
| I spin ten times a day. | |
| He grins and sings while I play. | |
| But one night, my owner throws a party. | |
| gets stoned and I' m stolen by somebody. | |
| Please, help! I' m all by myself, | |
| Covered in dust on a stranger' s shelf. Damn! | |
| Why d' they take me away from my home sweet home? | |
| Damn, I wanna go back. | |
| Twenty years have passed since I' ve been strayed. | |
| I' ve hollered, I' ve cussed, I' ve begged and I' ve prayed, | |
| My cover' s colours are beginning to fade. | |
| I' m smothered in dust,' cause I never get played. | |
| One day, I' m stuffed in a box, | |
| With busted up kicks and ugly clocks. | |
| Exposed at the market for the customers' flux | |
| and I' m sold to a chump for a couple of bucks. | |
| Taken home to be frantically handled, | |
| his hand pulls me back, I' m scratched and dismantled. | |
| My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal, | |
| My piano notes get extracted as samples. | |
| He uses and abuses me, | |
| glues me to a beat, spews a few gooves with me, two or three. | |
| when I thought we were just getting started, | |
| he takes me back to the market | |
| I can' t wait to return to my home sweet home, | |
| ' cause I' ve traveled a lot. | |
| Once again, I' m out in the cold, | |
| exposed on the market, waiting to be sold. | |
| Far from home, feeling abandonned. | |
| A random man grabs me and I' m examined. | |
| He buys me whilst rubbing his palms, | |
| and calmly wanders off with me under his arm. | |
| I must' ve gained value by today | |
| ' cause he put me up on eBay right away. | |
| When will this shit stop, I' m pissed off. | |
| quickly bought again and then getting shipped off. | |
| But this time to a known place. | |
| I' m opened and see my owner' s face. | |
| He sees the autographs, sheds a tear, | |
| we' ve both got old, it' s been over twenty years. | |
| He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks. | |
| Damn it feels good to be back Home! | |
| I' m so glad I returned to my home sweet home, | |
| Back to where I belong. | |
| the loop spins round |
| I was designed to spin you the finest tracks, | |
| I' m thin, my skin is a shiny black. | |
| Yeah, I am wax. | |
| I hibernate in my crate and I relax | |
| Waiting for the perfect life, | |
| for my band to sell me as merchandise. | |
| Fourty fans wait for me in line. | |
| I ain' t even been heard but I' ve already been signed. | |
| Off I go, I' m so so lucky. | |
| I' ve found me a home and my owner loves me. | |
| I spin ten times a day. | |
| He grins and sings while I play. | |
| But one night, my owner throws a party. | |
| gets stoned and I' m stolen by somebody. | |
| Please, help! I' m all by myself, | |
| Covered in dust on a stranger' s shelf. Damn! | |
| Why d' they take me away from my home sweet home? | |
| Damn, I wanna go back. | |
| Twenty years have passed since I' ve been strayed. | |
| I' ve hollered, I' ve cussed, I' ve begged and I' ve prayed, | |
| My cover' s colours are beginning to fade. | |
| I' m smothered in dust,' cause I never get played. | |
| One day, I' m stuffed in a box, | |
| With busted up kicks and ugly clocks. | |
| Exposed at the market for the customers' flux | |
| and I' m sold to a chump for a couple of bucks. | |
| Taken home to be frantically handled, | |
| his hand pulls me back, I' m scratched and dismantled. | |
| My new owner hacks up my tracks like a vandal, | |
| My piano notes get extracted as samples. | |
| He uses and abuses me, | |
| glues me to a beat, spews a few gooves with me, two or three. | |
| when I thought we were just getting started, | |
| he takes me back to the market | |
| I can' t wait to return to my home sweet home, | |
| ' cause I' ve traveled a lot. | |
| Once again, I' m out in the cold, | |
| exposed on the market, waiting to be sold. | |
| Far from home, feeling abandonned. | |
| A random man grabs me and I' m examined. | |
| He buys me whilst rubbing his palms, | |
| and calmly wanders off with me under his arm. | |
| I must' ve gained value by today | |
| ' cause he put me up on eBay right away. | |
| When will this shit stop, I' m pissed off. | |
| quickly bought again and then getting shipped off. | |
| But this time to a known place. | |
| I' m opened and see my owner' s face. | |
| He sees the autographs, sheds a tear, | |
| we' ve both got old, it' s been over twenty years. | |
| He gives me a spin, sings to my tracks. | |
| Damn it feels good to be back Home! | |
| I' m so glad I returned to my home sweet home, | |
| Back to where I belong. | |
| the loop spins round |
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