I was born in a no name town
That runs along the Delaware river
I was given my father's name
The fourth in a line of German-Irish descendants
And there's a constant sad reminder in all these smiles that I know
There's an ugly side to livin'
It sinks down in the ground into the center of the earth
I can feel the wind blow through my bones
I get sick to my stomach walking through these streets alone
And these ghosts drag on for miles
They wrap around your legs and bite at your ankles
Some are ba*tards and bleedin' hearts
If nostalgia doesn't k** you first
They know where you are
And I don't know how many motherf**ers will show up at my funeral
I just wanna own the biggest house
And strike the first match to burn it down
I'm more than the trash out on the street
I am the wolves
I am the beast
I am the loss of innocence
It stings at first but the wheel still spins