The pace of life gets faster
From pitfall to disaster,
The world is out already,
and it moves as fast as snow
And it seems that now the time has come to close this town,
Of all the stupid reasons,
well this must be the best
The lawmen and the workers,
They tear the place to pieces
when violence hits this town
For the weak, the helpless,
the new -born and the old
All live and sleep in one room,
But can't keep out the cold.
While those of strange persuasions,
Burn houses to the ground.
aren't safe to walk this town,
The kids will crowd the schoolyard
And the drunks will fill the bars
Will drive the funeral car
And the local weekly paper
So no one will write the story
when they come to close this
Now like my father's father
Well, I would work the land
But the land is all on fire
And no one really wants to be the last