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Text: Bombshell Rocks. Underground Radio. Home.


The little boy is moving down the street of no return
He says I'd like to see the city of the narrowminded burn
This place is like a prison now let me approve
The world is closing in it's getting harder to move

People pass by on the street
They look down but I swear
Their eyes are irongrey
II sure felt rejected and judged
And I sure felt betrayed

Your laws, your moral, your ethics and your sins
Everything comes back to where it all begins
Oxblood boots, motorcycle jacket, broken heart and a fist
I'm leving for the place where the hospitality is

I wanna move cuz
This place ain't my home
A lifetime's a pretty long time
When you're all alone
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