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