If you're coming down the West
Please be my guest

If you're moving out (of) your place
Feeling oppressed

You ('re) welcome among my lads,
You won't be the last

But don't expect
To find more
In your quest
It's a lie
You're a waste

But i'm so...!

Please meet my friends
In the rain
Near the sea
At the end
Of the glen

But if you don't believe
In the life, in yourself
Well you won't find more than dirt, dirty place

And if you need a plea be ready to run
Cause I don't give alibis away
If you came here to follow the sun
Keep your issues at bay

But don't critisize what you left away
Don't vent your spleen against your fate
You'll get the chance to clear your slate
Issues (are) now faraway