2 PM in Elizabeth
Alphabeat
Intro]
Yeah... Elizabeth, PA
Where the pavement tells the truth
Listen...
[Verse 1]
Corner of the block where the Frosty Cone sits
Vanilla swirl philosophy in these economic shifts
They teach us bout the dream while the factory gates rust
But Central Italian got that bread we trust
Red Caboose sitting still like our wages been
Locomotive stopped but the struggle never ends
Politicians never walked through these streets in summer heat
Never stood in line where working people meet
Media paint us forgotten, lost between the hills
But we know what survival is, we know these mills
Built this nation's backbone, steel in our veins
Now they wonder why we question everything they claim
[Chorus]
This is Elizabeth breathing
More than what you seeing on the evening news
This is Elizabeth bleeding
But we organize the pain into revolutionary views
Elizabeth believing
Every hoagie, every cone, every moment that we choose
Elizabeth ain't leaving
Got roots too deep for any system to remove
[Verse 2]
Grandmother worked the line, grandfather worked the forge
Now their children flip the burgers, feel the economic scourge
But don't mistake our labor for a weakness in the spine
We feed each other knowledge between the lunch and dinner line
Frosty Cone in July got more community than
Anything your television talking heads could ever plan
Local spots hold the lessons that the schools won't teach
Each transaction revolution, every greeting practice speech
They want us isolated, atomized and broke
But we gather at the Caboose, share the truth they revoke
Central Italian slicing more than cold cuts on the block
Serving sustenance and strategy, the resistance never stops
[Chorus]
This is Elizabeth breathing
More than what you seeing on the evening news
This is Elizabeth bleeding
But we organize the pain into revolutionary views
Elizabeth believing
Every hoagie, every cone, every moment that we choose
Elizabeth ain't leaving
Got roots too deep for any system to remove
[Bridge]
They don't document the daily acts of keeping hope alive
They don't calculate the genius that it takes to just survive
In a system built to crush us, we still gather and we build
At the places where the people got their hunger being filled
[Outro]
Elizabeth, Pennsylvania
Where the realness still remains
Between the Cone and the Caboose
We remember all the names
Of the ones who came before us
And the ones who's yet to come
This is more than just a town, yo
This is where the work gets done
Versions
2 PM in Elizabeth (Version A)
Alphabeat
Version A
2 PM in Elizabeth (Version B)
Alphabeat
Version B