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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 From Letras Mania