My Ancestral Homeland, New Jersey

When I die they're gonna bury me in Jersey
I just know it man
I'll be a cold-cocked bag of bones
Weighed down with stones
And sunk in the swamps of Jersey
There ain't no way I'm moving back there now
"Never trust a man who don't drink," my papa told me
He said he was talking about me at the time
"The easy way out ain't no damn way out." My pop would scold me, he said
"Hey, Get back in the-"
The sun was shining the day I drove out of Jersey
And the girls all flashed me a smile
Sometimes I miss those days
That's right you heard me
Other times I could not give a damn
"Never trust a man who don't drink," papa told me
He said "Pick up the tab when you can
Don't be saving for no rainy days."
My pop would scold me, he said
"Get back in the -" Do the kids still sing and dance in?
Are the kids still drinking and fucking?
Do the kids still smash shit up in?
Do the kids still sing and dance, drink and fuck
Smash it up in the homeland?