Cut Throat Town

There's a little town, not too far from here,
Where I swear sometimes grey skies stay.
Take all of your worries and all of your fear,
They're all my neighbours on Main.
White picket fences and alcoholism,
Motorcades for the dead, the guilty find no prisons,
Gossip spreads like a cancer metastasised,
It's too juicy to not spread those sweet little lies.

I'm alone in the pool of blood, seeping from this cut throat town,
Decaying all things good, you'd be hard pressed to not get down.
I'm cold as blue, tried and true,
Bleeding out in this cut throat town.
The elders are dying off; it's a blessing not a curse,
This cut throat town finds all parts of yours;
And twists them into faded smoke,
I lost my love here a long time ago.

They come in their droves, Americans with their terrible pronunciation;
Harsh winters come and summers go,
I would leave here without hesitation.
I don't belong in my hometown,
It drags me under, wants me to drown.
"Die," it says. "You're nothing without me,"
Maybe that's true, but maybe we'll see.

I'm alone in the pool of blood, seeping from this cut throat town,
Decaying all things good, you'd be hard pressed to not get down.
I'm cold as blue, tried and true,
Bleeding out in this cut throat town.
The elders are dying off; it's a blessing not a curse,
This cut throat town finds all parts of yours;
And twists them into faded smoke,
I lost my love here a long time ago.

Fuck this, fuck that,
I won't look back;
When I leave with nothing but hope,
I'll rid myself of you as I hit the road,
And follow it to somehow god only knows.
Fuck this, fuck that,
I'll never look back.

I was alone in the pool of blood, seeping from that cut throat town,
Decaying all things good, you would be hard pressed to not get down.
I was cold as blue, tried and true,
Bleeding out in that cut throat town.
The elders were dying off; it was a blessing not a curse,
That cut throat town found all parts of mine;
And twisted them into faded smoke,
I left there a long time ago.