Well i can't speak their language But i can order their ales So I can skip those borders If all else fails Strength in my passport Samsonite Samson I'll find my Delilah and i'ma fill a stein (philistine) Glass with reckless abandon And i aint got a place round here And no one know my face round here I've only got my word to spread and A place to rest my head. And i aint got a place round here And no one know my face round here I've only got my word to spread and A place to rest my head. Well i've been crushed by the cabin pressure Placed on a pedestal and praised by strangers And when i think that i'm king of the hill I still look small to the mountain ranges From the river to the sea, From the city to the stages Driven by humility and my pen upon these pages Cause i grew up on the train lines Where i learned to duck and weave While the city slept them sleepers kept A certain hold over me But now i've flown my coop But i know where i was founded So no matter how high that i fly Them sleepers keep me grounded. And i aint got a place round here And no one know my face round here I've only got my word to spread and A place to rest my head. And i aint got a place round here And no one know my face round here I've only got my word to spread and A place to rest my head. And i aint got a place round here And no one know my face round here I've only got my word to spread and A place to rest my head.