Leaving Sparta Lyrics

It's a dirty old town I know, no place to come or go

And nothing to do after it gets dark

All the good jobs are gone

The whole world has done you wrong

They're building a landfill in the park

Everything's cold and gray; even the hottest day

Can chill you from your forehead to your shoes

The landscape is barren waste, black soot on every face

And even the nuns have got the blues

I wish you peace and prosperity

Good health and clarity

Contentment and food upon your plate

I wish you love, hope and happiness

But you'll never get there; I guess

Until you've buried all of your hate

There's nothing much more to say

Now that we've walked away

Now that we've shed our blood and fear

I'll remember the good old days

The fourth of July and a New Year's haze

A bottle of wine and a can of beer

Waking at dawn to see; the sunrise alive and free

Dewdrops that cling to the waking morn

A ghost town of bitter men; a notebook, a twelve cent pen

It's hard to believe it helped me be reborn

I wish you peace and prosperity

Good health and clarity

Contentment and food upon your plate

I wish you love, hope and happiness

But you'll never get there; I guess

Until you've buried all of your hate