when I come home I'll have something to prove
I'll be in that car everyone talks about on tour
When I come home I'll have the grace and the aura
People will line up in order to shake up my hand
I'll strut down the road like the latest in demand
Like the lord of the flies groomed and broomed
hatted and mattered, immune and attuned
I'll saunter carelessly whistling my tune
I'll flag down a limusine in my old village
And grant him the unbelievable privilege
Driving me inside the city as we cross it
I'll be in the height of local gossip
When i come home and pass through familiar streets
I'll see myself rejuvenated, my concerns depleted
I'll invent new expressions and slang for the filthy
Use razor sharp wit on those who think ill of me
I'll walk at the right angle and calm pace
Give the impression I never lose face
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