Deny where I was raised
And the inbred names it contained
And if I was able to go back
God is dead, so am I
And if I was able to go back
I would wring it's collective neck
Deny where I was raised
And the inbred names it contained
And if I was able to go back
God is dead, so am I
And if I was able to go back
I would wring it's collective neck
There's no pig in my sty
Now I know gods a lie
Should have looked with my eyes
Go collect my filth
Collect my filth
Collect my filth
Go collect my filth
Collect my filth
Collect my filth
And if I was able to go back
I would wring it's collective neck
Even empty (Even empty)
This town disgusts me
Even empty (Even empty)
This town disgusts me
Even empty (Even empty)
This town disgusts me
Even empty (Even empty)
This town disgusts me
Even empty (Even empty)
This town disgusts me
Even empty (Even empty)
This town disgusts me