My Hometown
...2... 3... This song goes out to my good friendsEspecially the ones I had before the Grammy Nominations in 2003And to all the girls from back in high schoolWho actually spoke to me even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek
refrain:I hope this song finds you wellAnd I hope that yur doin fuckin swellI hope that you're back up if you've ever been downAnd I hope you got the fuck out of our hometown!
Here comes a shout-out to the professorWho said, "Son, pick a path and stay the same, cause charisma is the key to opportunity."And to all the clubs that let us playTo our family and friends and the music stores for giving us gear when we couldn't pay.
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You know I can't count how many times I've heard people say(heard people say)be proud of where you're from, you're gonna put us on the mapBut where the hell were you back in the day?(back in the day)No one came to see us so we got the hell out of there, so there.
You have a d-d-d-d-d-d dis song goes out to my big brotherFor putting up with me following you aroundAnd for making me smile when things at home weren't greatAnd for not getting pissed when I humped your girlfriendFor letting me take your car to the promFor beating up the guys that hung my bike in a treeFor hand-me-down albums and guitar with no stringsAnd for never beating the shit outta me!
I hope this song finds you wellAnd I hope that you're doin fuckin swellI hope that you're back up cause I know you've been downI just wish you'd get the fuck out of our hometown!I hope you get the fuck out of our hometown!I'm so glad I got the fuck out of our hometown!
You know what I'm talking about, dontcha? Dammit!