I am not the working son of a working son
The sun? it never shined on me
I am everything you hate
I am every thing you can never be
These city streets were paved for me
And I will use them well
Until my dying day I'm burning in hell
As for faith, it's just too fucking much to bare
I know the world could never care
I'll find my worth in this world of wealth
Amidst the struggle, the sun is burning my fucking flesh
When this city's dead we'll all go underground to rest in misery
The sun will never shine on me again
The world could never fucking care and when it's all over
We will arise from the ashes of your worthless fucking pity
We'll make a name for ourselves, by ourselves,
We'll watch the stars come down to leave this city
Sacramento is Dead