Il testo della Cambell, ca

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.