hangin' out shirts in the dirty breeze. and after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black. it's not that the colors aren't there
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
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.