I live in the dead centre of town

Where every landlorn sailor comes to drown

Where great ideas extinguish without sound

And all my fickle friends have gone to ground

So they will not come round...

And you ask me what the problem is

I say its obvious

And Im not lying



I live in the dead centre of town

With one foot in the grave and one underground

Where clocks dont go no matter how theyre wound

Boredoms king, unhappiness abounds

And you ask me what the problem is

I say its obvious

And Im not lying

Our town is dying



I live in the dead centre of here

Where daughters treat their daddies like king lear

Who says "deaths a good career prospect, dear"

Where sinners burn in hell for half a beer

And you ask me what the problem is

I say its obvious

And Im not lying

Our town is dying





I live at the town centre of death

Where even time is running out of breath

She crawls past gasping "how much have we got left? "





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Ill tell you

What the problem is

Its oh so obvious

And Im not lying

Our town is dying

Writer : JOHN WESLEY HARDING
Copyright : Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.