Welcome back to your sweet city
The wind sings in your face that you're at home
a hundred old lovers talking by themseleves keep me company while I'm home
Gettin' high in missle free skies like,
way back in the day
remember when you said that if I'd stay you'd always stay
getting high missile-free skies like,
way back in the day
If there's a bomb in your hand just throw it
if the guns to hard just run
This place is filled with sickos!
This place is filled with sickos!
Westcoast kids they are so mellow
I'd always stand out like a sore thumb
Southern girls they're oh so sensitive
Mid-western winters they make my bones numb