It's a cruel trick
The beat you play on the vellums of my soul
I'm going crazy
Holding on to what I cannot hold
Yeah, I'm free falling from my head down to my toes
Keeping head above ground
I'm awakened by the sound of the alarm
This foreign land must be demanding a tax
I don't know but something's wrong
This kind of smooth sailing never lasted this long
So tell momma, yeah I'm never coming home
Yeah brother, you'd better not miss me when I'm gone
Found my little piece of heaven
You'd better leave it alone
You come walking through my front door, son
My glock will send you home
Cause I'd rather rot all alone
Yeah, this cursed land's got me sitting on an unholy throne
A nomad soul can't stop wandering at all
If it stops for a minute
It starts staring away from it all
Everyone wants some peace
But what really bothers me
Is the wars they fight to keep it
So tell momma, yeah I've never had no home
I'll keep staring into the soul of the world, forget about my own
Nomad Land Video (MV)
Performed By: The Third Gunman
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Hennie Prinsloo, Jacques Mouton, Len Botha
The Third Gunman - Nomad Land Lyrics
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It's a cruel trick
The beat you play on the vellums of my soul
I'm going crazy
Holding on to what I cannot hold
Yeah, I'm free falling from my head down to my toes
Keeping head above ground
I'm awakened by the sound of the alarm
This foreign land must be demanding a tax
I don't know but something's wrong
This kind of smooth sailing never lasted this long
So tell momma, yeah I'm never coming home
Yeah brother, you'd better not miss me when I'm gone
Found my little piece of heaven
You'd better leave it alone
You come walking through my front door, son
My glock will send you home
Cause I'd rather rot all alone
Yeah, this cursed land's got me sitting on an unholy throne
A nomad soul can't stop wandering at all
If it stops for a minute
It starts staring away from it all
Everyone wants some peace
But what really bothers me
Is the wars they fight to keep it
So tell momma, yeah I've never had no home
I'll keep staring into the soul of the world, forget about my own
The beat you play on the vellums of my soul
I'm going crazy
Holding on to what I cannot hold
Yeah, I'm free falling from my head down to my toes
Keeping head above ground
I'm awakened by the sound of the alarm
This foreign land must be demanding a tax
I don't know but something's wrong
This kind of smooth sailing never lasted this long
So tell momma, yeah I'm never coming home
Yeah brother, you'd better not miss me when I'm gone
Found my little piece of heaven
You'd better leave it alone
You come walking through my front door, son
My glock will send you home
Cause I'd rather rot all alone
Yeah, this cursed land's got me sitting on an unholy throne
A nomad soul can't stop wandering at all
If it stops for a minute
It starts staring away from it all
Everyone wants some peace
But what really bothers me
Is the wars they fight to keep it
So tell momma, yeah I've never had no home
I'll keep staring into the soul of the world, forget about my own
Writer: Hennie Prinsloo, Jacques Mouton, Len Botha
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid