U.S. Bombs
"Hobroken Dreams"

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