Gus Gun

Song Lyrics

  • This Town

    White picket fences, electric defences
    Won’t keep the thieves away
    Bars on the windows, but still the wind blows
    It blew the kids away
    Everyone’s drinking, what are they thinking
    Just to make it through the day
    It's dusty and hot, like it or not
    Things just go that way

    This town, is big enough for Martha
    Arthur’s got no need to complain
    People here don’t talk about the weather
    People here got something else to say

    White bread and stubbies, twisties and cigarettes
    All part of everyday
    Vinyl recliners, truck stop diners
    They’ve got to make it pay
    The bills still pile up, half a mile up
    The road to gone insane
    Packed up and slowly they're going nowhere
    It’s easier to stay

    In this town, it’s big enough for Martha
    And Arthur’s got no need to complain
    The people here don’t talk about the weather
    People here don’t want a thing to change

    The pop-up toaster, the Beatles poster
    It could be any century
    The friendly neighbour, a hard day’s labour
    Starts to sound like history
    No one expectant, there’s no contraception
    They got satellite T.V.
    Things won't change here, and another leap year
    Is just another leap of faith (for)

    This town, it’s big enough for Martha
    And Arthur’s got no need to complain
    People here won't talk about the weather
    The people here don’t want a thing to change (no)
    Not in this town, it’s big enough for Martha
    And Arthur’s got no need to complain
    People don’t just talk about the weather
    People here got something else to say
    People here got something else to say

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