Texty: US Bombs. Otras Canciones. Hobroken Dreams.

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Brought up as peasants at the bottom of the hill
Hobrokens only view a mountain top rubber plant
The factory whistle blows twice every day
Smokestacks make the sky is black
So thick i can hardly see
I aint gonna waste away twice the steady pay
Townfolk look like zombies gotta break away
Got no welcome mats you leave no coming back
Was it the first or last to take the same old crap
This town no one leaves this town no one sleeps
So uptight no one breathes this town aint for me
Dont give me your lip cause that grips the hometown
Thats all there is to keep it for yourself