Small town hucksters, big city thieves
Trying to do all they can to take the rug from under our feet.
Broken down and beaten, another day we'll rise.
What's the point in getting up when we begin to finally realize,
with nothing left to hold onto, we're left grasping at straws;
Looking for someone to love us, in spite of all our flaws.
So our hope hangs on con men, the kind that will steal your soul
Promise it to the gods above and the ones that are down below.
So if this is all we've got, this is our only shot? So we accept our lot
They conceptualize heaven right in front of our eyes;
We can see it there, floating in the air;
Small town hucksters, big city thieves
Trying to do all they can to take the rug from under our feet.
Blind with faith and hearts devoted, we can finally see the light
Smiling through another week, shining in the darkest nights.
Then the doubt comes creeping in, maybe they are also wrong.
In the foundation comes a crack, no longer is our belief so strong
This really isn't news to us; we've kinda known it all along.
For lack of anything that's better, we will still sing the song.