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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boarded-up dreams on Stone Street
Glass in the grass by the swing set
Same siren song every evening
Same names on the bingo of arrest
Fake smiles, fake plugs, fake halos
Everybody playing dress-up with pain
Mama at the window with her hands crossed
Counting every car, every stain
[Chorus]
Port Huron ain’t home
Just a pretty painted tombstone
Got kids getting high to feel low
Got saints selling hope by the gram
Port Huron ain’t home
It’s a map made out of scams
If surviving is a crime in this town
Guess I’m guilty where I stand (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Trap house glow in the daylight
Mattress on the porch like a throne
Old man wrapped in a thin coat
Guarding half a smoke, half a phone
Fake love in the back of the Walmart
“Text me if you’re lonely tonight”
She just wants a ride to tomorrow
He just wants to feel alright (feel alright)
[Chorus]
Port Huron ain’t home
Just a pretty painted tombstone
Got kids getting high to feel low
Got saints selling hope by the gram
Port Huron ain’t home
It’s a map made out of scams
If surviving is a crime in this town
Guess I’m guilty where I stand (hey)
[Bridge]
How much rot can one small river carry
Before it drags us under the ice
I’m tired of calling this surviving
When it feels like rolling dice
Tell me, is there more than these corners
More than watching friends fade out
If hope is a rumor in alleys
I’ll scream it, I’ll scream it loud
[Chorus]
Port Huron ain’t home
Just a pretty painted tombstone
Got kids getting high to feel low
Got saints selling hope by the gram
Port Huron ain’t home
But I’m still here, still damned
If surviving is all this town gives
Then surviving’s who I am (who I am)
Details
GeneratedApr 1, 2026
Duration2:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty modern rock with overdriven guitars, roomy live drums, and male vocals on the edge of cracking. Verses stay tight and talky over a chugging riff; chorus explodes with wide power chords and doubled vocals, slight gang shouts on key lines. Bridge drops to half-time with bass and tom-heavy groove, then slams back in with a final, shouted hook., fake, rock
Credits
Prompt by
brettthurman
brettthurmanModelAria v5
Prompt
Port Hurons so fake the drugs the fake love the trap houses the homeless just trying to stay alive
Surviving a corrupt town, rock
