Soul Songtext
von Tom Finster

I was born on the other side
Where the dreams are big but luck is bad
So I shoot for the brightest star
With some money in a duffle bag

Otherwise they will break my soul
Why you think everyone looks the same
And I know I couldn′t stay in line
So long, I'm on my way

You can′t hold my
Soul

You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can′t hold my-
You can′t hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can′t hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can′t hold my-


Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I would never give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I won′t give my soul for this hell hole, no
I won't give my soul for this hell hole

I was born on the other side
Where the rent is cheap and pockets flat
And when I get asked for change
I just rustle with the bottle caps

The police force is always right
'Cause mirrors here don′t reflect
I got one hand always close to the blade
′Cause you'll only see my back

You can′t hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can′t hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can′t hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can't hold my-
You can′t hold my-


Hey
I won′t give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I would never give my soul for this hell hole, no
Hey
I won't give my soul for this hell hole, no
I won′t give my soul for this hell hole

Am I a coward when I'm running from this place
Am I leaving hell just to find it somewhere else