When I die they're gonna bury me in Jersey,
I just know it man.
I'll be a cold-cocked bag of bones
weighed down with stones
and sunk in the swamps of Jersey.
There aon't know way I'm moving back there now.
"Never trust a man who don't drink," my papa told me
he said he was talking about me at the time
"The easy way out ain't no damn way out." My pop would scold me, he said
"Hey, Get back in the-"
The sun was shining the day I drove out of Jersey
And the girls all flashed me a smile
Sometimes I miss those days
That's right you heard me
Other times I could not give a damn
"Never trust a man who don't drink," papa told me
He said "Pick up the tab when you can.
Don't be saving for no rainy days."
my pop would scold me, he said,
"Get back in the -" Do the kids still sing and dance in?
Are the kids still drinking and fucking?
Do the kids still smash shit up in?
Do the kids still sing and dance, drink and fuck
smash it up in the homeland?

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My Ancestral Homeland, New Jersey song meanings
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    General Commenthey i'm from scotch plains. westfield does suck, full of guidos driving around in escalades yelling "fuck you kids!" but me and my friends do drink and dance and sing with guitars in the streets.
    mackson May 27, 2006   Link

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