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Dirty Little Town

from: Strawman
It's late and you're not here, I'm trying to stay awake,
the alcohol and nicotine are making me fake
an appearance of mobility and I'm shaking out the dust
you see it fall around my lap in the epitome of lusty frustration
and it's lizarding slideways in my brain,
the inelements of lethargy complexity and pain

And I ain't got a friend in this dirty little town
just run down sun down shadows always follow me around
the souls in the junk yard, the river winds about
the rusted out hulks surrounding people getting out

Another cup of coffee, my fingers start to shake
the morning came like cyanide poisoning me awake
to the too bright daylight nightmare rattling my bones
you see me walking in the sunlight unrepentant and alone

And I ain't got a friend in this dirty little town
just run down sun down shadows always follow me around
the souls in the junk yard, the river winds about
the rusted out hulks surrounding people getting out

Don't know why you're still not here
Don't know why I hang around
And I ain't got a friend in this dirty little town