Letras
This town this place
A god fearing hole of mirrors & haze
So pure so chaste
We're simple & true & we'll lay you to waste
So come on & join us for something
We'll bow our heads & reach out to something
Our future secure with payments to something
Our children stand tall & sing out to something
We're holy & separate
Waiting our years away
You may lose god but you'll always fear the flame