Neko Case - Thrice All American lyrics

I want to tell you about my hometown
It's a dusty old jewel in
The South Puget Sound
Where the factories churn and the
Timber's all cut down
And life goes by slow in Tacoma

People, they laugh when they hear
You're from my town
They say it's a sour and used up ol' place
I've defended it's honor
I shrugged off the put downs
You know that you're poor, from Tacoma

Buildings are empty like
Ghettos of ghost-towns
It gives me a chill to think what was inside
I can't seem to fathom the dark of my history
I invented my own in Tacoma
There was nothing to put me in

Love with the good life
I'm in league with the gangs, and the guns
And the crime
There was no hollow promise that
Life would reward you
There was nowhere to hide in Tacoma

People who built it, they loved it like I do
There was hope in the
Trainyards that something inspired
It once was Ionic, but it's been painted shut
I found passion for life in Tacoma

Well I don't make it home much
I sadly neglect you
But that's how you like it
Away from the world god bless California
Make way for the Wal-Mart
I hope they don't find you, Tacoma