You won my heart the minute I learned to roam your streets    
Rattle can poetry, distorted guitars make the picture complete    
And now I roll down these streets again and I feel like a stranger    
It seems you're a little out of beat    
  
I'm going back, going back to sick town    
I'm going back, I'm going back again    
I'm going back, going back to sick town    
And I wonder how come all this pain    
Strike a match, let this place burn to the ground    
Watch the flames eat everything with a crunching sound    
Wake us up, make us see - ever so clear    
Give us strength to overcome our fears [x2]    
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