Edge of Town

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