Deny where I was raised And the inbred names it contained And if I was able to go back God is dead, so am I And if I was able to go back I would wring it's collective neck Deny where I was raised And the inbred names it contained And if I was able to go back God is dead, so am I And if I was able to go back I would wring it's collective neck There's no pig in my sty Now I know gods a lie Should have looked with my eyes Go collect my filth Collect my filth Collect my filth Go collect my filth Collect my filth Collect my filth And if I was able to go back I would wring it's collective neck Even empty (Even empty) This town disgusts me Even empty (Even empty) This town disgusts me Even empty (Even empty) This town disgusts me Even empty (Even empty) This town disgusts me Even empty (Even empty) This town disgusts me Even empty (Even empty) This town disgusts me