Thugs and Pedophiles

I can't figure out why you're so attached
So bound to the icons of you fucking town
Why you can't escape the cliches of where we both came from
I don't want to be determined by a place
A brand of cheese or a soccer team
I'm not the rapist, I don't even like the band

No pride, no shame, we just don't give a damn
Stick your city up your ass, mine's already just a place

To pass and never take care of the past glories
Of the TV scandals, of the pedigree, of your local unknown stars
And a city's what you want it to be, shape it as your own
Don't let a disgusting feeling of belonging turn you into an add

It's not a fucking state of mind
It's just a few letters written on a map
No pride, no fucking shame