Hometown Grounds Lyrics - Singles - The Knockouts

He's hanging on the corners of his hometown 

Always scraping coins right off the ground 

Then he jumped the gun and swallowed the bait 

He's deep into trouble, and now it's too late 

That boy's like dynamite, filled with hate 

He's out on the streets of your hometown 

Two shots rang out, leaving roses on the ground 

Did you miss that there were stories to tell? 

Society threw punches but he never fell 

That boy's like dynamite, led astray 

He¥s back on the streets for a final round 

Here to sweep youth culture into a new state of mind 

Don't you miss the blood on the curb? 

That there was a social fabric to disturb? 

That boy's like dynamite, lost to fate 

Now he's standing proud in his hometown 

And he's scraping gold, a new king is crowned 

His pockets are full, but he's full of hate 

A stitch in time saves nine, but now it's too late 

"Dynamite" will never fade away