| Downtown past the water that runs under the bridge To the left of the steeple and Ol' man Higgs You'll find the people of Watercrest Street Fine manicured lawns and an air of deceit Tuck your problems all to bed Close your eyes; bow your head Sally snuck out for the very last time Clothes to tight but the ride only cost him a dime She didn't inhale And that's ok He said he didn't But did any way Found raped and beaten on the side of the lawn He blamed the drugs She had no one to blame there of Next door is Gregg, who never did wrong He lived his life like the perfect pop song Never lied and never cheated Just covered the wounds of an abusive father and a mother deep in her tomb One night he saw reality all too clear With a handful of Mom's sleepers and Dad's 12 ounce beers All of Debbie's charm was in the needle in her arm Never wanted to come down off that high Poor Debbie thought she could fly From the top of the courthouse she trusted her wings The pavement was all it would bring Tucked into plot 479 Now surrounded by all of her kind The gates are closing it's time to go They'll be here tomorrow Don't you know? Just go downtown past the water that runs under the bridge To the left of the steeple and Ol' man Higgs You'll find the people of Watercrest Street Fine manicured lawns and an air of deciet Tuck your problems all to bed Close you eyes and bow your head |
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