I think about it every night and day
another murder in the first degree
i heard a big bang so I shot back
now there's another lover dead inside my tracks
nothings' intact in fact the citys' blown out
there's a mushroom cloud of cynicism and doubt
and I'm the last man standing trying to figure it out
sup?
Diss town is
a pa clipse
I think about it every night and day
that aint' a skyline, it's a cemetary
that ain't the sidewalk, it's the sidelines
now that there's a mob in the road
and the church bell chimes
with picket signs for the modern times
the streets are trashed
so the can man stayed
trying to hustle some bottles back to the store
for some change
but there's no one here
but the insincere
so
Diss town is
a pa clipse