Carrion Town

She wakes up in the morning to the sound of thunder and rain
She prays silently 'Dear Lord, wash away this pain'
There's a man lyin next to her, a man she used to know
Now she wouldn't miss him one damn day
if they found him head-first in a hole, boots pushin up ground
in this dirty little town

Her brown skin is glistening under an incendiary sun
The wind barely whispers through where her imagination runs
In this town with no secrets, where there's litlle more than regret
The sun torches a setting sky,
like a smoldering cigarette burning down
on this dirty little town

This carrion town is picked to the bone
Stranger beware: be a rolling stone
Like shifting shadows people shuffle the street
Where hands are soiled and eyes rarely meet
If wishes had wings no one would ever be found
in this dirty little town

Like cactus water, her heart's defended by thorns
A town so dark no light gets out, no chance to be reborn
Crescent moon, a scythe in the sky
The Big Dipper pours its tears tonight
If it wasn't for the sand, we'd all drown
in this dirty little town

As she sinks into her bed at night a wicked wind's on the rise
She falls into a restless dream, filled with longing and filled with lies
No one reaps redemption here, and damn even, hell ain't no escape
from a desperate past she can't bury
where yesterday is scraped off the ground
of this dirty little town