This is a mean and cold town,
I hate this [bad word] place.
Watch the rats as they all drown,
Dying slowly day by day.
Decrepit and falling down,
Cesspool of human waste.
Swallow profits in deep,
Now in death you'll finally know the taste.

There are no souls left here to save.
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

You [bad word] hypocrite,
But hooks in lips they do not lie. [bad word] served not on your plate,
How many of them have you watched die?

I can't sing you a happy song,
I can't write you a sing-a-long.
The only catchy hook I've got,
Is the one in my bleeding gut.

Burn it down.

There are no souls left here to save.
Forgotten, lost angels, long disgraced.

Dead stares, dead eyes,
choked hopes and vacant minds,
Blank words, blank lives,
the end result of endless lies.

There's no angels here,
To get lost in the first place
Jackhammer a fault line,
Pray for earthquakes.
Mulhollands's on fire,
And my cig started it.
'92 should have burnt this [bad word] down,
We're here to finish it.

I'm not impressed by much here,
Much less what you have to say.
Don't give a [bad word] who you know,
I just want to leave this hellhole.

Know that you mean nothing to me,
Nor the lies that seep from your teeth.
Won't [bad word] on you if you're on fire,
One more self-important liar.

Burn it down.