End Of A Year - The Birthplace Of Plastic lyrics

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