So often the place we live
Has its noose around our necks
So often the place we're born
Has our casket laid out in advance
Vampire locals leave nothing to chance
So leave my body by the roadside
But bury my heart in albany
Leave my corpse for the wolves
But carry my head for all to see
So often the land that made us
Has our future planned
So often the place we run from
Is the place we make our stand
But more often we're crushed in it's hands
So leave my body by the roadside
But bury my heart in albany
Leave my remains for the wolves
But carry my head for all to see:
The face of the hometown traitor
The face of the hometown traitor
Cause I can't pretend a place is perfect
Even if it's getting better