Almost human, East New Jersey
Newark Airport, armpit of the skies
North Hoboken, sliding in the slime
Gases from Perth Amboy, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me far, from this place, of sludge and slime,
East New Jersey, God should purge thee, if he don't this song won't rhyme

All the memories, I have about her
Sort of hazy, kinda like the water
Dark and dusty fits right in this line
Surprised you're all still breathing that gray stuff in the sky

(Bridge)
I see the cars as they drive along the turnpike
Air so bad you seem to be afraid to open eyes
But driving down that road you really should if just
Watch as Bayonne slides away, into the bay!