brought up
as peasants at the bottom of the hill hobroken’s only view a mountaintop rubber
plant the factory whistle blows twice every day smokestacks make the skies
black so thick I could hardly see I ain’t gonna waste away for the price of
steady pay townsfolk look like zombies gotta break away got no welcome mats you
leave no coming back wasn’t the first to take the same old crap this town no
one leaves this town no no one sleeps so uptight no one breathes this town
ain’t for me don’t give me no lip cause I quit the hometown if that’s all there
is keep it for yourself I’ve had a lot of steady jobs I’ve had enough another
day’s too much gonna pack it up I’m city bound catch the five fifteen out going
to the coast hobroken nightmare used to be a dream hobroken nightmare gotta
break free
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