My Little Town

In My Little Town, I grew up believing
God keeps His eye on us all.
And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the Wall.
Lord, I recall, in My Little Town ,
Comin home after school, flyin my bike past the gates of the factories,
My mom doin the laundry, hangin out shirts in the dirty breeze.
And after it rains theres a rainbow and all of the colors are black.
Its not that the colors arent there, its just imagination they lack.
Everythings the same back in My Little Town,
My Little Town, My Little Town.
Nothin but the dead and dyin back in My Little Town.
Nothin but the dead and dyin back in My Little Town.
In My Little Town, I never meant nothin,
I was just my fathers son. Mmm.
Savin my money, dreamin of glory,
Twitchin like a finger on the trigger of a gun.
Leavin nothin but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothin but the dead and dyin back in My Little Town.
Nothin but the dead and dyin back in My Little Town.
Nothin but the dead and dyin back in My Little Town.
Nothin but the dead and dyin back in My Little Town.