There’s not much to see in this desert town
There aren’t many people; no one seems to be around
One solitary man shovels manure at his pig farm
Everywhere you look
Just junky old cars and cracked unlucky gnomes in every yard
Old lady Sitter sits in her rocking chair
Wiping the sweat from her head
Right beside her is old man Sitter
Doesn’t say a word, he must be dead
No children play in this one horse town
Many of them, by their parents, drowned
Went insane from the heat of the day
The town now is in such a state of decay
All they wanted to do was play
But daddies and mommies wouldn’t have it any other way
After children died the way they did
Each throat of mommies and daddies were slit
Look closely you can see the river of blood
Flowing down that dirty main street
So much blood never needed to be shed
Old lady Sitter says it was from the heat of the day
Along with the evil demons that caused the crazed town to dread
These demons got there fill and left
This one horse town, the loneliest one in the west
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