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Published on Feb 20, 2012
http://www.facebook.com/ballroomboxer - It's late. So why not bust out the guitalele and jam out a song left on the cutting room floor? This is about a conflicted relationship with one's hometown as a result of tragedy.
I had a lot doll the night my heart went out The city stopped and a hate set in for my hometown Forget old haunts and the boys sittn back at bars My new derision's all I have to soothe my friends all bear it I lost so much more than you
Now everything here sets me off The reminiscent breeze just makes me cough
Akron's where I'm from I can't call it home Akron's where I'm from I won't call it home Akron's where I'm from I can't call it home no more Cause my heart rests in pieces and I cannot go home Yeah my heart R.I.P now I cannot go home
Runnin' down route 8 you'll get pulled over Nothing's safe in a town that's been less than loyal Can't forgive you now, won't forgive all those who've wronged Fighting fate for a new love darlin' Yeah you ruined my world cause ya never sought help for yours
Downtown is dead to me tonight Luigis is open but it don't feel right Green's just as dull offset by the local patrol Rubber city what a pitiful fall wish I felt like I did Before that poor soul stole it all