In my hometown individuality equates to a disease
Fester freely with us in ease
Stay ten score more and freeze
Waste away some more years
And drown your fear in ten more beers
In our town we hate outsiders
In our town we cull the writers
In our town we don’t want you here
There’s no end to the emaciation
‘Cause down here we made our own nation
Come to the pub and see their undersea eyes
Spend more time with friends you despise
Spend more time gazing to the pint glass
Where in years, seconds pass
In our town the default setting is glum
As kids are gifted guns
creatives are on dry runs
Poets ate all the pills, artists sold out for the hills and education teaches us to write our premature wills
We’re all six feet above the ground, with each foot in the grave
So, Gather your gang of delinquents and freaks
Come bask in the days that feel like weeks
If you got three decades I’ll tell you the story
You can’t vacate us now – it’s mandatory
Sit down and you shall be taught
Death, not opportunity is what knocks
As time thickens faster than warmed blood clots
Our citizens spectate the clocks
Watching the hands tick with delight
‘Cause ambition brings us merely fright
In my hometown you get down to the boozer
There’s only one, so no space for a chooser
Festering desires served as entree and the emotions we refrain from – too scared to say
Too scared to signal towards dismay
Our dingy desires, draw closer to the tires, the wires, which will wrap around our mind chaining us – a refrain we must enjoy
‘Cause Chasing dreams is a longshot, so come drown it with another shot
Fireball, tequila, vodka, sambuca
We only have one ‘ere so don’t let it spook ya
Here in our town we wish you could stay
Here in our town we’ll darken your day
Here in our town there is but one road
That leads straight in
Without an exit nor two way system
Oh come see us again, your friends, ain’t you missed them?
Come visit again – just spend one month more
Come visit again – you know the door
Relive your past, your memories, your ghosts
We used to like you before
‘Til you put your real self on the snore
They’re Equally as bored, the faces unadorned
Home town mentality is an insanity
As we are guilty, we are many
Come join our band – the one eyed penny
We need a bassist – you look the type
There’ll be no cash
But we can pay you in the form of an after gig stripe
Does that not suit your taste?
Does it not wet your pallet?
He’s looking shifty
So fetch us the mallet
He’s looking shifty
He’s grown a mullet
I’ve got you a present
So here have this bullet
Best not to waste him
Our mentality states
Every stranger demands a royal good pasting
So fetch the goons and their mates
‘Cause a beating awaits – Here in our town
So when you visit us make sure to look round
Never to leave
For why would you ever wish to grieve?
For the past, for the last, time you come around
To our sacred mound we call a house
Where the lonely few dwell with ghosts of their spouse
As scathing glares will see you on out
Scathing glares from an underwear clad lout
You’ve seen him before
Of course you have
You’ve seen him before
A vision of you
Beer stained vest top, vision of you
Depressed and furious, vision of you
Thirty years more, this could be you
Monotony your mentor, this’ll come true
So scratch away your varnish
The big city sheen
‘We’ll welcome you back son
Just make sure you get clean’
Come to your hometown
It’s where you belong
Come to your hometown, we’ve righted the wrongs
Visit us please, I sent you a card
What do you mean you can’t let down your guard?
Just dress down
Just be with us
Do not frown
You’ll blend right in
Why how dare you hate your hometown
When you left – we saw it as sin
As you pass by, wiping clean every grin
In our hometown we hate the likes of you
A leper in disguise we see right through
They think it is true but I see it is false
Look upon our people they have no faults
Their emotions barred in silicone vaults
Don’t mention your mental
Its superstition to them
Don’t mention your health
For the sake of your wealth
We won’t hire a fairy, no weaklings to boot,
Just slick hair, muscles and a suit
You’re guaranteed a job
Though we won’t welcome an emotional blob
As one boy left his lair with ills of the mind
Now he’s in the darkest cell we could find
And from within he now sings
Sugar-sweet verses of our cutesy little hometown things
So, Return to the pustule, our epicentre
Shimmering with life
A post nuclear crater
Come see who awaits, it’s your adjudicator
See how he festers, see how he crumbles
Come listen close, to his inaudible grumbles
Well he’s our character – a hometown hero
Alcoholic by day – jester by night
Full time fool – the jeerer’s delight
We poke him, we prod him, and all for a laugh
Unsuitable for public he ain’t heard of a bath
Come meet our hometown heroes
Unlike you big city zeroes
These are men with zeal, who ain’t prone to feel
Men who could deal, with the world –
Unlike you
By a toddler you should be hurled
Return from whence thou came!
You and your un-humbled brain
dare you speak to us with disdain?
Do not lay blame, there is but one stop on this home town bound train
See we remember our roots
Before the second hand suits
You don’t wanna know the hero?
It seems you’re the weirdo
Come back to our hometown we will never bite
Though big city folk ain’t a common sight
On every street corner there’s a fight
At evening, or morn, the dead of night
Middle aged men in a punch up
All for the sake of a spilled cup
It don’t take long to settle then sup
In our hometown depravity
One look at our food and we assure you a cavity
Misery is our speciality dish
Come observe our homegrown, hometown petri dish
The infection is deep in the hometown abode
Where the hag screams aloud
‘You cannot leave us my dear, there is but one road
In our, cultural rich, we got everything here that can scratch that itch, no you won’t leave the pub with many a stitch
spectate our serene, ultra clean, foetid gene pool kinda home town’
‘Home is where the heart is
Please visit us soon’
If that’s where the heart is I’ll find the nearest tomb
‘Cause in this hometown, I envision my end
For the grimmest affliction
Is the hometown conviction.