Drowningman - John Cougar Mellencamp is the White Devil lyrics

Your little pink houses are packed too tight Built in rows to trap you in Living made for dying, for giving in In this town authority always wins Like 97 crosses on the courthouse yard Where you're taught to fear Jesus and the wrath of god Yeah, there's nowhere else, you're not missing a thing Houses built like coffins to bury us in To live and die in this small town I smell main street burning down Let me know when you've had enough Let me know when the thrill of living is gone The gra** is always greener on the right hand side The place they plow us under when we've all died All those crazy dreams they came and went Hope, happiness, dignity, respect This is not a pretty thing, no grace in giving in No sweetness in surrender, no romance in dying slow Count the winner and the losers like they're people you know Empty eyes and sentiment, yeah, it ain't no big deal They pump your gas and catch your bullets They're almost seeming real The bible belt won't save your soul And life does no just go on 400 acres couldn't bury them, like 97 crosses on the courthouse lawn No more James Dean No more life goes on Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow