The caution tape ran from ear to ear
in the same old crime scene grin
But we were standing there robed in rusty nails
begging, "please don't drive 'em in"

The streets are lined in broken glass
and my shoes stick to the ground
Birds they wheeze upon the trees
and the peddler cries downtown

And it feels like I've been here before
Something about it just seems so right
I'm goin' back to the Hub tonight

Streetlights flicker in broken codes
and the stop signs are faded and bent
People keep a-runnin' back and forth
Like a rat race on a wire fence

Basements swelter loudly
with stolen street signs on the door
Ciggarettes lay stomped into
The creaking linolium floor

Crimson alliance is written
On the walls and the bulletin boards
Tales of beer left in the fridge
and holes kicked in front doors

And it feels like I've been here before
Something about it just seems so right
I'm goin' back to the Hub
Back to the Hub
I goin' back to the Hub tonight