Going to a Town

Making my own way home
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
Making my own way home

They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm going to a town

And that's all I need
I'm so tired of you, America
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down

Ain't gonna be alone
I may just never see you again or might as well

I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm gonna make it up for all of the Sunday Times
Tell me, and not for thinking every thing that you've done is good
Ain't gonna be alone
I'm so tired of America, I really need to know
I'm so tired of America
I'm so tired of you, America

Ain't gonna be alone
Making my own way home
I got a soul to feed
I got a life to lead
I got a life to lead, America
I got a life to lead
I got a dream to heed
I got a life to lead, America

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?