Head Wound City, USA - Head Wound City

This can’t be the place

I’ve crawled 10,000 years

Past the tyrants, past the tanks

To a heaven brought to tears

The sky shakes in its skin

The sun too sick to shine

Like a pair of rotten twins

Please vacuum out my eyes

Yeah!

See the jackals twist and moan

Yeah!

Telling jokes so tired and old

Yeah!

To pale oblivion

Yeah!

Raise a glass!

Let’s have a toast!

Run!

Go back!

Run!

Oh, beautiful world

You had your day

But that season’s changed

As quick as it came

Welcome to the city of the wretched and plain

No one leaves, no one stays

Run, run, run to the place where you pray

This is Head Wound City, USA

Welcome to the kingdom of blasphemy

No one stays, no one leaves

Run, baby, run to the place where you pray

This is Head Wound City, USA

Run!

Go back!

Run!