The Traveller Sözleri

Well it's a hard time for the traveller

And it's a high time for the poor

Something's very wrong here

This key won't fit the door

I'm gonna call a lawyer

Gonna call the president

Sure I heard the words you said

I just don't know what you meant

Chorus

Won't manhandle anymore

Just wanna tell the world I'm home

Yes I'm home

Slide over baby

Your bad dream's back again

Got a rifle - totin' man

He's got a shot-gun in his hand

We don't care no more

We've got a dead - bolt on the door

Tonight we're gonna see who wins

We're gonna suffer for our sins

We're gonna knock down all the windows

We're gonna let the cold wind blow

Chorus

I don't understand the bother

Appreciate the fuss

Fogging up the windows

On a big fat greyhound bus

Everybody's talkin'

There's such a carry on

By the time they form a posse'

I'll be long gone

I'm home

I'm back

I'm home

Ooh alright baby

Your bad dream's back again