The Knockouts - Hometown Grounds lyrics

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