Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Hand on my heart I'll always love my fair city

But heaven know why cause it $#&@ing hates my guts
Is there something wrong with trying to find a better way to survive
In a valley where making do thrives

So I'll bid you adieu to the bathers of the tay
The disciples of the south inch sun


So from me to you through the method of a pencil and paper
And if the process is a story well I'm pretty sure I could write the book


Chorus:

So we'll all go together now

In the search for something so much better than
All our lives when we were back home
In the end they'll say we were the best of friends

But by then we'll probably all be dead
Bury hatches before bodies in the ground


So from me to you through the method of a pencil and paper
And if the process is a story well I'm pretty sure I could write the book
You want the real reasons I left my home

They are that I've never felt so alone
So it's time for a new chapter in the city with the girl that I love


Chorus (x2):

So we'll all go together now

In the search for something so much better than
All our lives when we were back home
In the end they'll say we were the best of friends

But by then we'll probably all be dead
Bury hatches before bodies in the ground