As I walk down these lonely streets again 

I learn that nothing is holy except the rest of the world 

And the church where they gather to worship the undead 

In a place that gives all hope but hope is not real 

Always remember that and take for granted 

Everything you can this is your only lonely life 



In my own windy city I would take the hearts of all the pretty 

People who have no soul just an empty hole 

Where they bleed from their chest 



Now all these tall buildings fall 

They surround our country with security 

If it takes four years to bring down our fears 

Our government will give three cheers 



This is my own windy city