Album: Twenty-eight Teeth

My Town

I got the tunes in my pocket in an old-@$$ walkman walking to the beach with a bottle
of black and tan keys in the velcro where they always should be time's tickin' by but
it doesn't concern me i'm killin' time with nothin' to do that's all i seem to think
about or do my soul is sound when i'm in my hometown no place i'd rather be my town,
my street gives me peace of mind that can't be beat i can sleep all night to the
sound of the ocean wake up in the morning and do it all again seven days a week i
pay no attention i spend a lot of time with my record collection i hear the sound of
skateboards rolling down my backstreet reggae music coming from the neighbor across
from me as time ticks by i never stop to ask, i never wonder why my soul is sound
when i'm in my hometown no place i'd rather be