This towns, this towns religion,
I dont get it; I just dont get it,
Shoot first, think last, forgive me,
I dont get it, but somehow Im still right here,
And this is the world we made, (its) too late to start again, (I guess= B+D4)
But at least I know where I belong
This town, this towns religion,
I dont get it; I just dont get it,
Drink more, talk less, so guilty,
I dont get it, but somehow Im still right here,
And this is the world we made, (its) too late to start again,
But at least I know where I belong, the face dont fit but we can run,
Whatever must you think of me, Simone? Not offerin to guide you safely home?
The stolen cars that tear the field apart, theyre bearing down on us, we must depart,
The lovers in the photograph have gone; the lovers in the photograph have flown,
Because no lover could believe in, this town, this towns religion,
And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades,
But at least I know where I belong, the face dont fit so we should run.
I dont get it; I just dont get it,
Shoot first, think last, forgive me,
I dont get it, but somehow Im still right here,
And this is the world we made, (its) too late to start again, (I guess= B+D4)
But at least I know where I belong
This town, this towns religion,
I dont get it; I just dont get it,
Drink more, talk less, so guilty,
I dont get it, but somehow Im still right here,
And this is the world we made, (its) too late to start again,
But at least I know where I belong, the face dont fit but we can run,
Whatever must you think of me, Simone? Not offerin to guide you safely home?
The stolen cars that tear the field apart, theyre bearing down on us, we must depart,
The lovers in the photograph have gone; the lovers in the photograph have flown,
Because no lover could believe in, this town, this towns religion,
And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades,
But at least I know where I belong, the face dont fit so we should run.