Christoph El Truento - Home lyrics

[Intro Tom Scott] Yeah, yeah This song here this goes out to all walks Living in this village that we call Aucx Like From the streets to the boardwalks We just wanna spread peace to you all Rest in peace to the moreporks And beef to the law force And Ancestors and Missionaries who bore swords To cut the native trees and plant more gorse This a small apology to all the chiefs for the seabed and forshores And peace to the fourth cause, who fought wars So we could have our seat on the porch horsed We thank you all for The right to let us stand on this war torn land that we all call HOME [Lui T] Yo We just need to go and get Tom and Af and we're set Send a text to Rex tell him to get maybe a box of Beck's Or whatevers cheap then we'll meet at P's Have a couple on the deck then we'll jet to the next spot (sweet) Spark the ganja on the harbour Boombox playing wild feeling like a Rasta Whata day whata day bro, down to get some paua? Hard bro just let me get my ia lavalava Sweet then jump in the cars already started Pour out a couple halves for the dearly departed And then we're off quick Stop at the shop to pump the tyres Went and got a newspaper and a lighter for the fire Winding down the road slow through the Kowhai's and Nikaus Must be getting close cause I can hear the Seagulls Hit the beach and parked up Got the pack and the liquor bare feet through the stream now it's time to cross the river Couple hours round the rocks and finally found the spot Scared to hop so I pop the top of a bottle off Now we're running back and forth from the water like a relay I ain't no fisherman I just know the NZ Way Diving through the kelp with the octopus and the stingray Get the driftwood and paper start the fire no delay Cook it up cook it up when it's done light a J Wide awake but lie away flap my wings and fly away back HOME [Tom Scott] And we're home, yeah We blaze a herb with the native birds Perched in the wops of the swinging ferns Taking turns skimming rocks at the swimming spots no one knows about One lonely cloud roaming round zoning out suns going down Right now its back to the rest stop, (bro pa** a lighter) Its a twist top, pit stop, at the fish and chip shop Grab a couple snapper and a crab stick Eat it in the car park grab a ice cream then we gap it Wipe the bench with a beach towel Chuck the left overs to the sea gull Open up a Steiney with the seat belt and speed down the road Turn a bomb to a Lamborghini but we gotta slow down for the camera and Stop for the grandma, Mrs. Viliama Walking like Quasimodo with a bag of green bananas All the alchies at the bus stop drinking Kiwi Lager While the Tongans at the dairy cause they sell the cheapest Kava Take a turn into Riversdale stop at the tinnie house Pitty on the chain, make a man turn to Minnie Mouse In-n-Out sticky fingernails down to Dawn Creek Kids barefoot playin' rugby on the concrete Meanwhile on the gra** halfcasts jogging past Tights all up in her arse, Cougar watering her plants I wanna be here for the rest of my life Take a left at the lights at the next take a right and we're HOME