This towns
I don
Shoot first, think last, forgive me,
I don
And this is the world we made, (it
But at least I know where I belong
This town, this towns
I don
Drink more, talk less, so guilty,
I don
And this is the world we made, (it
But at least I know where I belong, the face don
The stolen cars that tear the field apart, they
The lovers in the photograph have gone; the lovers in the photograph have flown,
Because no lover could believe in, this town, this town
And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades,
But at least I know where I belong, the face don