Sacramento Is Dead

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 f**king 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 f**king 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 f**king care and when it's all over

We will arise from the ashes of your worthless f**king pity.

We'll make a name for ourselves, by ourselves,

We'll watch the stars come down to leave this city.

Sacramento is Dead