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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 glass! Let's have a toast!

Yeah! See the jackals twist and moan
Yeah! Telling jokes so tired and old
Yeah! To pale oblivion
Yeah! To pale oblivion

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
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!

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