Crowpath - The Suburban Plague lyrics

Welcome to our home known for nothing. our home, suitable neither for heaven nor hell. enveloped in boredom. restless kids lick filthy fingers clean. the ba*tards go berserk every night, without sense, out of control, chaos. over and over again, they stay here like ghosts, loyal to sh**. by dawn they will go home as heroes with bloody knuckles and empty bottles.