Sick Town

You won my heart the minute I learned to roam your streets
Rattle can poetry, distorted guitars make the picture complete
And now I roll down these streets again and I feel like a stranger
It seems you’re a little out of beat
I’m going back, going back to sick town
I’m going back, I’m going back again
I’m going back, going back to sick town
And I wonder how come all this pain
Strike a match, let this place burn to the ground
Watch the flames eat everything with a crunching sound
Wake us up, make us see — ever so clear
Give us strength to overcome our fears