More songs by Manta
Description
Producer: Manta
Producer: Mack Jamieson
Recording Location: Manta’s Studio
Mastering Engineer: Kevin Tuffy
Mixing Engineer: Nathanael Graham
Lead Vocals: Manta
Composer: Manta Tatton
Composer: Mack Jamieson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Who am I to call when the lights go out?
Where are we to go when there's nothing left of the truth?
Ask the man upstairs, is there something to hold on to?
Ooh, the kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
I've been craving for it, trying to fight the feeling. Is there something more to life than in the mall?
And I've seen the cursing, feelings are well-known.
Left half and half, no home in either side, I'm on my own.
Oh, my mother's eyes are part of mine.
Oh, oh, my father's skin I long to find.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
Who am I to call when the lights go out?
Where are we to go when there's nothing left of the truth?
Ask the man upstairs, is there something to hold on to?
Ooh, the kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out. The kids back home, they wanna get out.
Who am I to call when the lights go out?
Where are we to go when there's nothing left of the truth?
Ask the man upstairs, is there something to hold on to?
Ooh, the kids back home, they wanna get out.
English translation
Who am I to call when the lights go out?
Where are we to go when there's nothing left of the truth?
Ask the man upstairs, is there something to hold on to?
Ooh, the kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
I've been craving for it, trying to fight the feeling. Is there something more to life than in the mall?
And I've seen the cursing, feelings are well-known.
Left half and half, no home in either side, I'm on my own.
Oh, my mother's eyes are part of mine.
Oh, oh, my father's skin I long to find.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
Who am I to call when the lights go out?
Where are we to go when there's nothing left of the truth?
Ask the man upstairs, is there something to hold on to?
Ooh, the kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out.
The kids back home, they wanna get out. The kids back home, they wanna get out.
Who am I to call when the lights go out?
Where are we to go when there's nothing left of the truth?
Ask the man upstairs, is there something to hold on to?
Ooh, the kids back home, they wanna get out.