Из альбома: Murphy's Heart
Well hello my little train wreck
I am your worst fear
I’m a mortuary postcard
I’m a graveyard souvenir
And have I got your attention
Now put your hands where I can see them
Give me your heart and soul boy
Cos you ain’t gonna need them
I’ve seen your sort before you know
The kind that likes to mess around
You think you’re riding with the wind
You think you’re dancing underground
And you think it is your birthright
To drink and take your fill
But for all your running honey
Well you’ve just been standing still
Now you ain’t gonna heaven
And you ain’t gonna hell
There’s a place worse than either
From what I hear tell
You’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
You’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
Well hello my little car crash
I am your only hope
I’ll be your silver bullet
I’ll be your knotted rope
Cos I hate to see you suffer
Unless you suffer right
I almost wanna show you mercy
But not quite
So calling all you angels
Calling all you devils too
Well this poor excuse for living’s
Just not good enough for you
Now you ain’t gonna heaven
And you ain’t gonna hell
There’s a place worse than either
From what I hear tell
You’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
You’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
Oh you’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
Yeah you’re gonna stay in this town
Well I can tell what you are thinking
That one day you’ll make amends
But the creeping hands of static
Are gonna get you in the end
And soon you’ll be a memory
Of a shadow of a lie
You’ll be a cautionary tale
Oh the boy who couldn’t fly
And you’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
Said you’re gonna stay in this town this town this town
Yeah you’re gonna stay in this town this town this town this town
You’re gonna stay in this town