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