Edge of Town Lyrics

Something's going on at the edge of town

Something's going on out there

There's a parking lot where the people stop

And fill up their trunks with all the junk they can't afford while their money goes God knows where

Do they even know my name? Take my credit, I'll take shame

A campaign button with a smile. Politicking that I'll stay and shop a while.

Sew my shoes up for a dime.

You may keep some workers but they're barely kept alive

'Cause you build my trinkets and my games.

I wonder if our lands will ever look the same

Will their blood stains stay on my hands this time

Are they dark enough yet – to get deep inside

Will it seep into my own veins and start

– to change what is in - my consuming – this dark consumer heart?

Will they cover over me?

Can they pull some discount sheets and let me sleep?

Low-low prices ease the pain

And clear my conscience so I please come back again

Something's going on at the edge of town

Something's going on out there

There's a parking lot where the people stop

And fill up their trunks with all the junk they can't afford while their money goes God knows where