THE REGION (backintheday)

The Sun's about to rise and show it's face, round and burned.
 while the air over steel mills makes your stomach feel turned.

Sleepy driver pulls to the gate to get steel coiled in a roll.
While another truck had a dump full of coal.

The region awakens and stretches it's arms.
On the other side of that Highway, is a State full of farms.
The region  kids on the north side, poor and  acting "tuff",
while the region kids at the bottom drive trucks and use snuff.

The loser bounce passes the round ball,
to the loser with with no clue at all.

The region's like Vegas 'cept our lights are on tanks full of oil and gas.
Your cruisin' the blvd, air slicing lungs like broken glass.

You don't see your dad; shift work sucks him down.
 "You'll get it when he gets home."  "Who cares,  he's never around"

The region's now full of ghosts you can see.
The region blows your mind yet a fond memory. 
Fire up the furnace and light up that stack.
you'll still be young, enjoying your first heart attack.

The region is indifferent yet with history.
The region is cold ..but there is no place I'd rather be.