《Thrice All American》歌词

[00:00:00] I want to tell you about my hometown

[00:00:06] It＇s a dusty old jewel in the South Puget Sound

[00:00:13] Well the factories churn and the timbers all cut down

[00:00:19] And life goes by slow in Tacoma

[00:00:34] People they laugh when they hear you＇re from my town

[00:00:38] They say it＇s a sour and used up all place

[00:00:43] I defended it＇s honor shrugged off the put downs

[00:00:48] You know that you＇re poor from Tacoma

[00:00:54] Buildings are empty like ghettos or ghost-towns

[00:00:59] It gives me a chill to think what was inside

[00:01:04] I can＇t seem to fathom the dark of my history

[00:01:08] I invented my own in Tacoma

[00:01:35] There was nothing to put me in love with the good life

[00:01:40] I＇m in league with the the gangs guns and the crime

[00:01:45] There was no hollow promise that life would reward you

[00:01:50] There was nowhere to hide in Tacoma

[00:01:56] People who built it they loved it like I do

[00:02:01] There was hope in the trainyard of something inspired

[00:02:06] Once was I on it but it＇s been painted shut

[00:02:11] I found passion for life in Tacoma

[00:02:38] Well I don＇t make it home much I sadly neglect you

[00:02:44] But that＇s how you like it away from the world

[00:02:50] God bless California make way for the Wal-Mart

[00:02:56] I hope they don＇t find you Tacoma