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.
Without her I can't get up and lace my shoes. Down at the corner I get her and we recluse. Gave me a million dreams, stripped me of everything. Sick to my guts, I'm yours eternally.
Too much pressure, gonna self explode. The baggage keeps on pilin' up. My future dangles from the end of a rope. No coat tails to sew on my coat. . This is just a fame, it's just a game.