Ross Robinson - Head Wound City, USA lyrics

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 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 gla**! Let's have a toast! Yeah! See the jackals twist and moan Yeah! Telling jokes so tired and old Yeah! To pale oblivion Yeah! Raise a gla**! 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 place where you pray Head Wound City, USA This is Head Wound City, USA Head Wound City, USA Run! Go back! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run!