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Tourist Shithole Niagara Falls, Canada
It was written I should be loyal to this nightmare that we're in
But something about all the sorrow in your heart that won't let me in
Like the hands of a fool with money to burn
In the breath of one last dying wish
We hear the call and it sounds like there's
Rats in the walls
It's like the dark side of the moon
Serenade me with a whisper and let this nightmare in us bloom
Where do i send all my money?
Who'll deliver the nails through my heart
When I've gone and set it all up burning like the walls
In the ghetto of this reckless love
Bow down with a whimper to pass the time
Or hold me down and take what's mine