[Verse 1:] They told me to write a soundtrack For the kids who ain't have...
No home. this is not any form of home. Home home is where the heart...
Do you remember who you believe angel When the chart was in the rise Do...
Maidin is tús an lae Is fágaim mo bhaile Tá mo chroíse go brón Is...
I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand into the...
Thomas jefferson, he had slaves In the land of the...
He said son won't you lend an ear to what...
V1 he was sittin there, his brush in hand paintin...
Sometimes our loves an open door And we know its...
I was ten years old the day i got caught...
She knows every move that a man could make She...
Little baby boy, sittin round his toys Gettin tired of...
She was always there taking care of me And i...
Look at me in that photograph Before we were ever...
They come from the wrong side of the track Born...