Fentanyl Town by Jim Page

come on take a little walk with me
we'll go see what we can see
way out on the underside of town
where the sun don't rise, it just goes down

i remember when it hit
people said they ain't seen nothin' like it
you could overdose with the head of a pin
and never get back up again

some people just shook their head
serves 'em right somebody said
serves 'em right for gettin' high
they're only junkies they're supposed to die

and the sun don't rise, it just goes down

casino wheels trouble and spin
measuring the depth of the hole you're in
no rehab, no detox too
just hunker down and suffer through

streets fill up with hungry ghosts
old friends you miss the most
stealing Amazon packages door to door
don't even recognize them anymore

and the sun don't rise, it just goes down

wonder where the money goes
somebody somewhere, nobody knows
shiny shoes and shiny cars
great big houses, iron bars

there's a caged up monkey in the back of your head
gonna get ugly if it don't get fed
in the kingdom of despair
that monkey is a millionaire

and the sun don't rise, it just goes down
in a fentanyl town

if i had my way
i'd make the right somebodies pay
for all the damage done
and all the damage yet to come

and I'd find the fist that fits
and I'd smash these mirrors into bits
and turn this world right side around
so the sun would not just lower down

but also rise in a fentanyl town

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