All the small towns look the same, you claim
And you may be right
Brutish and prudish architects make'em appear all equal and lame
Oh, it makes you happy to see
What's become of the places you grew up
All the places of dreams about horses and about doo wop
Oh, it's so comforting and soothing
To have the world on a shoestring
To get lost in the streets you used to know inside out
There's a funeral home where we used to rent our videos
Giddy-up, Joe, giddy-up, Joe, go, go, go!
You love the road
You love the blokes
Shove the meds down your throat like the other kids do
You love the road, you love them blokes
Shove the meds down your throat like all the other kids
Sure is better the your home
Sure is better than our home
Feed the urge, binge and purge
Until our hometown's walls come undone
credits
from Live at Wimbledon,
released August 1, 2013
produced by Tilman van der Leeden
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