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Inspector 7 lyrics - Hub City Stompers
| Title: |
Hub City Stompers |
| Artist: |
Inspector 7 |
| Album: |
...The Infamous |
| Year: |
???? |
| Submitted by: |
Frédérick Gauthier |
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Do you remember the nights of '94? 4 and 20 skinheads stomping thru your door. Our house 67 Welton Street. Our house, kicked the walls in with our feet. How do we gain our redemption In this ice cold town of pretension? How do we shake the blame When everybody knows our name? H.C.S.! H.C.S.! Hub City's gonna put us to the test! H.C.S.! H.C.S.! We're having a Boot Party, and you are our guest! Midnight groping parties in the skinny dipping pool. 40 ouncin', mattress bouncin', breaking all the rules. Crash the frat party and rule as a minority. Then steal their girlfriends back to the sorority. Why is my fist a chin rest In this hot-bed town of incest? Prepare for the walk of shame. You've fallen right into their game. H.C.S.! H.C.S.! Hub City's gonna put us to the test! H.C.S.! H.C.S.! We're having a Boot Party, and you are our guest! Walking down the boulevard the fingers point our way. The staring and the glaring, just another Brunswick day. Exist in peace or friction, we'll always be aware. Talk in fact or fiction, we don't even care. Who put us on the catwalk In this rumor-mill town of trash talk? More winds to fan the flame. It's always gonna be the same. Groping in the pool, chasing the moon. . .
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