I hold my breath through this quaint town
To me the big elegant structures
Look run down and worn
The beautiful hotels look
Pathetic and cheap to me
The windows stained black
The room smelled like cigarettes
Ignoring the no smoking sign right outside

I can show you every sickening nook
And every putrid trail
That this town has

I can show you where I smoked my first joint
Or which store I stole my first bottle from
I can take you to the place
Where my life was almost taken
By a kid with a gun

I can introduce you to the Hobo’s
That live at Hobo’s Den
The one’s that would help a total stranger
Even though no stranger has helped them

I can show you where I bought my first gram
Or which house I smoked dirt in
For the first time

I can take you to the park
The one that sheltered my sleeping body
When mother nature was being a b****

I sold my soul there
In that run down ghost town
Kissed away my dreams
And promised tomorrow
Goodbye

I can take you to the exact spot
Where I sat for hours on end
Thinking about changing my life