» Small Town Blues
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Too many shoe-shops, bully boys and dead ends.

It’s not safe in these streets if you’re out late without friends.

The boredom is mindless and so is the violence,

Saturday night’s fight fest yields to Sunday’s dull silence.

 

Nothing you have is anything you need,

When they tell you you’re winning you feel like you lose.

It’s every kind of boring, for special you’d bleed

This creeping paralysis is the small town blues.

 

From one side to the other -  a short half hour bus ride.

From green fields to market then back to the same side.

People in house rows who are born and will die there.

There’s a world waiting outside but they’ll never go there

 

Nothing you have is anything you need,

When they tell you you’re winning you feel like you lose.

It’s every kind of boring, for special you’d bleed

This creeping paralysis is the small town blues.

 

Romance in a fairground, a fumble in an Escort.

Then she will be banged up and he will be well caught.

With a life time to ponder the choices not made

And wonder how they became the parents they hate.

 

Different they don’t want, they’ll squash those who stand out.

If you break the rules, don’t expect any handouts.

Everybody knows you, their talk is your business,

No use trying to sidestep, you’re fixed like in aspic.

 


Nothing you have is anything you need,

When they tell you you’re winning you feel like you lose.

It’s every kind of boring, for special you’d bleed

This creeping paralysis is the small town blues.