Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night

We're meager disciples they gather in light

It's time for the indignant paupers to speak 

This town belongs to me

This town belongs to me

The gravel lines highways

The perilous streets were desperate deeds

They find buyers in heaps 

God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps

This town belongs to me

This town belongs to me

The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees

My mouth stagnated by the cold that it brings

The end of the world is closer than it seems

This town belongs to me. 

This town belongs to me. 

This town belongs to me. 

This town belongs to me.