Hackensack

I wish that I was home in Hackensack,
Out in the New Jersey hills;
Lots of smoggy smoke in Hackensack,
Lots of chemical spills.

The trees don't grow at all in Hackensack,
Air's too smoggy by far;
And that's why all them folks in Hackensack
Get their air from a jar.

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Hackensack, you'll always be
North of Tennessee.
Good old Hackensack,
Hackensack, New Jersey,
Hackensack, New Jersey.

Well I've come home to Jersey city life
After doin' five to ten,
And though I know that it's a shitty life
Beats livin' in the pen.

And once I had a boy in Hackensack,
Half Giant, the other half Jet.
Big as an ox and maybe half as bright;
Best he could do was sweat.

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