Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
You [bad word] give me the creeps
You [bad word] give me the creeps
I've never known another city to burn

Face down in the bottom of a river
Swimming with the dead makes me want to shiver
If you really wanna know, I'd rather just drown alone

Clay fingers reaching for the ceiling 
Once numb, now tingling with feeling
You'll see in the end that nothing really gets away

And I'd give it all just to be with you

Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
You [bad word] give me the creeps
You [bad word] give me the creeps
I've never known another city to burn

You took back the mud from which you're made
And threw it at me like a [bad word] grenade
You keep cutting my throat, then you ask me if I'm feelin ok

This city is just like any other
They keep blowing it up, then building up another
If you look in the hole, you'll see it ain't going away

And I'd give it all away just to be with you

Mesopotamia, Mesopotamia
You [bad word] give me the creeps
You [bad word] give me the creeps
I've never known another city to burn
City to burn