This Town Lyrics

This town is like a poison

There's one street light but no warning

On the outside it seems charming

No one ever sees it coming

The smaller this town gets

Deeper the quicksand goes

When you think you've made it out

You've only begun the throes

Of death and dying in this town

Paint the walls and sweep the street

Underneath is still the same

You might grow up, but never leave

There's a tree was used for hanging

Crooked branches gone through milling

Limbs where necks were breaking

Are now the beams in our church ceiling

Schoolhouse preps

The courthouse steps

And the lawman sings

While the church bell rings

Grandma hopes

The Council votes

Same surnames

Oh, nothing changes

Now the ghosts we keep condemning

Settle into new beginnings

History marches on, repeating

And we call our Hell improving

Now, the smaller this town gets

Deeper the quicksand goes

When you think you've made it out

You've only begun the throws

Of death and dying in this town

Paint the walls and sweep the streets

Underneath is still the same

You might grow up, but never leave

Oh, the smaller this town gets

Deeper the quicksand goes

When you think you've made it out

You've only begun the throws

Of death and dying in this town

Paint the walls and sweep the streets

Underneath is still the same

You might grow up, but never leave