Letras:
Big Country No Place Like Home

If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured Things were never what they used to be Now every crowd

It's a holy place if you see things that way Then they rattle the bones and the analysts play From his backward collar on a worn out book Another working

I believe in strangers, wherever they may be All the souls who shape the world look pretty strange to me Never met no president or shook a Gandhi?s hand

where the twisters never come And they tore up all the yellow bricks and they sold them to Japan And still the advertisers tell you, hey, there's no place like home

Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place I once used to call home sweet home

'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted

us back home to Australia The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place

the beautiful lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in the Highlands Only place left to go I'm in

was shot dat nigga like i started to cause breakin old habits so hard to do fresh out da dealership crackin up wit cigarsin the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do [Notorious BIG