Do you remember the nights of '94?
4 and 20 skinheads stomping through your door
Our house 67 Welton Street
Our house, kicked the walls in with our feet
How do we gain our redemption
In this ice cold town of pretension?
How do we shake the blame
When everybody knows our name?

Chorus:
H.C.S.! H.C.S.! Hub City's gonna put us to the test
H.C.S.! H.C.S.! We're having a boot party and you are our guest

Midnight groping parties in the skinny dipping pool
40 ouncin', mattress bouncin', breaking all the rules
Crash the frat party and rule as a minority
Then steal their girlfriends back to the sorority
Why is my fist a chin rest
In this hot-bed town of incest?
Prepare for the walk of shame
You've fallen right into their game

Chorus:

Walking down the boulevard and the fingers point our way
The staring and the glaring, just another Brunswick day
Exist in peace or friction, we'll always be aware
Talk in fact or fiction, we don't even care
Who put us on the catwalk
In this rumor-mill town of trash talk?
More winds to fan the flame
It's always gonna be the same

Chorus:

Groping in the pool, chasing the moon