Wild Town from Wild Town by Book Club

It’s the city it’s the mean things
It’s the way to get by
It’s the wonder of the small things
In the blink of a small thing’s eye

It’s the writing on the wall that
You didn’t notice till now
It’s the way, on the runway, you can’t
Put the wheels down

It’s the city it’s the bright lights
Always bring you low
It’s the places that you want to
And the places that you go

It’s the darkened heart of night time
It’s the sharpening of stars
It’s the racing of the white lines
Underneath the cars…

Wild Town. Wild Town.
I don’t blame you for wanting to get out.

It’s something, this city
I’m not so sure
It’s secrets, it’s pretty
Not anymore
Come on, a time. Hey sport, it’s time.
Play as it lays.
Play as it lays.

Wild Town. Wild Town.
I don’t blame you for wanting to get out.

It’s the killer inside
It’s the killer on the loose
It’s the killer on every corner
It’s the killer in every noose.

Wild Town. Wild Town.
I don’t blame you for wanting to get out.

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