Small Town Shit

put your lips in a pucker

and keep them there

and keep talking

like the waitress down at the lantern

what's worse then your refusal

is my not wanting to

small town

small town

small town shit

post card charm

in a box in the attic

tell it all on the phone

like something new so unusual

what's worse than your refusal

is my not wanting to

small town

small town

small town shit

something 'bout the same old patterns

it's not lost on me

grave yard crosses

and four way stop signs

heads or tails you win

i don't remember who i am

what's worse than your refusal

is my not wanting to

i heard i was all wrong

it got back to me

small town

small town

small town shit