Hometown The K's
"Hometown" by The K's, released in 2020, is a #Rock anthem reflecting nostalgia and pride in one's roots. The lyrics convey themes of longing, community, and the bittersweet nature of leaving home. Its catchy hooks and energetic instrumentation evoke a sense of youthful rebellion, resonating with listeners seeking connection to their origins.
[Verse 1]
I keep on havin’ all these dreams
No they’re not like other people’s
Because I’m always fallin’
And then wakin’ up on beaches or
Fuckin’ off to the sand on sunny days
But there’s no beach for miles so it’s Marge’s cheap cocaine
On race days
Wakin’ up in piles of debt
Oh how he wept, oh how he wept, oh how he wept
‘Cause he’s emptied all his wages
Into the pockets of the boys that he hated
[Chorus]
When he was in his hometown
Playin’ all his favourite sounds
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on
Playin’ all his favourite sounds
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on
[Verse 2]
And he heads out tonight
With dreams of easy women and a watered down pint
And he’ll drink and snort and smoke
Until every single line blurs into one
And then he’ll try and swim his way through a sea
Of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on pcp
And he’s stumbling over broken glass and broken dignity
I hope he doesn’t get his face broken
No he’s not much of a fighter
He just tells a girl he loves her when he doesn’t even like her
I keep on havin’ all these dreams
No they’re not like other people’s
Because I’m always fallin’
And then wakin’ up on beaches or
Fuckin’ off to the sand on sunny days
But there’s no beach for miles so it’s Marge’s cheap cocaine
On race days
Wakin’ up in piles of debt
Oh how he wept, oh how he wept, oh how he wept
‘Cause he’s emptied all his wages
Into the pockets of the boys that he hated
[Chorus]
When he was in his hometown
Playin’ all his favourite sounds
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on
Playin’ all his favourite sounds
In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on
[Verse 2]
And he heads out tonight
With dreams of easy women and a watered down pint
And he’ll drink and snort and smoke
Until every single line blurs into one
And then he’ll try and swim his way through a sea
Of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on pcp
And he’s stumbling over broken glass and broken dignity
I hope he doesn’t get his face broken
No he’s not much of a fighter
He just tells a girl he loves her when he doesn’t even like her
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