This Town

This town smells of rain and basswood
This town sounds like broken glass
This town's like every town should
The stench of violence lingers in the air
This town is the home for homeless
It's the safe haven for those who gave up
It's the liqour-soaked harbor of has-beens
Endless sea of short cuts and dead ends.

This town is full of bad memories
How the barkeeper got shot in that street corner
How the bouncer got stabbed, how that child was ran over
By some drunk driver who had got tired of beating his wife

This town smells of blood and amphetamine
This town sounds like burning cigarette
This town sure is like no other place
Self-disgust has stained it's name
But still this town keeps me in it's grip
It's been my home for six long years
And it has been my safe haven
My excuse for everything

This town is full of bad memories
How they kept the thiefs and shot the harlots
How they caught the prostitutes from the beauty parlors
No more happy endings, I guess, can be found around this town