Thrice All American Lyrics

	作词 : Betts, Case, Connelly, Ramberg ...
	I wanna tell you about my hometown
	It's a dusty old jewel in the
	South Puget
	SoundWell, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
	And life goes by slow in
	TacomaPeople they laugh when they hear you're from my town
	They say it's a sour and used up old place
	I defended its honor, shrugged off the putdowns
	You know that you're poor from
	TacomaThe buildings are empty like ghettos or ghostowns
	It gives me a chill to think what was inside
	I can't seem to fathom the dark of my history
	I invented my own in
	TacomaThere was nothing to put me in love with the good life
	I'm in league with the the gangs and the guns and the crime
	There was no hollow promise that life would reward you
	There was nowhere to hide in
	TacomaPeople who built it, they loved it like
	I doThere was hope in the train yards that something inspired
	Once was I on it but it's been painted shut
	I found passion for life in
	TacomaWell,
	I don't make it home much,
	I sadly neglect you
	But that's how you like it away from the world
	God bless
	California, make way for the
	Wal-MartI hope they don't find you
	Tacoma

	zuo ci : Betts, Case, Connelly, Ramberg ...
	I wanna tell you about my hometown
	It' s a dusty old jewel in the
	South Puget
	SoundWell, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
	And life goes by slow in
	TacomaPeople they laugh when they hear you' re from my town
	They say it' s a sour and used up old place
	I defended its honor, shrugged off the putdowns
	You know that you' re poor from
	TacomaThe buildings are empty like ghettos or ghostowns
	It gives me a chill to think what was inside
	I can' t seem to fathom the dark of my history
	I invented my own in
	TacomaThere was nothing to put me in love with the good life
	I' m in league with the the gangs and the guns and the crime
	There was no hollow promise that life would reward you
	There was nowhere to hide in
	TacomaPeople who built it, they loved it like
	I doThere was hope in the train yards that something inspired
	Once was I on it but it' s been painted shut
	I found passion for life in
	TacomaWell,
	I don' t make it home much,
	I sadly neglect you
	But that' s how you like it away from the world
	God bless
	California, make way for the
	WalMartI hope they don' t find you
	Tacoma

	zuò cí : Betts, Case, Connelly, Ramberg ...
	I wanna tell you about my hometown
	It' s a dusty old jewel in the
	South Puget
	SoundWell, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down
	And life goes by slow in
	TacomaPeople they laugh when they hear you' re from my town
	They say it' s a sour and used up old place
	I defended its honor, shrugged off the putdowns
	You know that you' re poor from
	TacomaThe buildings are empty like ghettos or ghostowns
	It gives me a chill to think what was inside
	I can' t seem to fathom the dark of my history
	I invented my own in
	TacomaThere was nothing to put me in love with the good life
	I' m in league with the the gangs and the guns and the crime
	There was no hollow promise that life would reward you
	There was nowhere to hide in
	TacomaPeople who built it, they loved it like
	I doThere was hope in the train yards that something inspired
	Once was I on it but it' s been painted shut
	I found passion for life in
	TacomaWell,
	I don' t make it home much,
	I sadly neglect you
	But that' s how you like it away from the world
	God bless
	California, make way for the
	WalMartI hope they don' t find you
	Tacoma

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