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Lyrics: Bombshell Rocks. Home.

The little boy is moving down the street of no return
He says, ?I'd like to see the city of the narrow minded burn?
Place is like a prison now let me improve
The world is closing in, it's getting harder to move

People pass by on the street, they look down but I swear
Their eyes are iron gray
And I sure felt rejected and judged
I sure feel betrayed

Your laws, your moral, your ethics, your sins
Everything comes back to where it all begins
Oxblood boots, motorcycle jacket, broken heart and fist
I'm leaving for the place where the hospitality is

I wanna move 'cause
This place ain't my home
A lifetime's a pretty long time
When you're all alone

The little boy is moving down the street of no return
He says, ?I'd like to see the city of the narrow minded burn?
Place is like a prison now let me improve
The world is closing in, it's getting harder to move

I wanna move 'cause
This place ain't my home
A lifetime's a pretty long time
When you're all alone

I wanna move 'cause
This place ain't my home
A lifetime's a pretty long time
When you're all alone