Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night
  We're meager disciples they gather in rite
  It's time for the indignant paupers to speak
  This town belongs to me
  The gravel lines archways
  The perilous streets were desperate deeds
  Find buyers in heaps
  God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps
  This town belongs to me
  The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees
  My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings
  The end of the world is closer than it seems
  This town belongs to me.