Small Town Shit Lyrics

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 .

dca52e0dd18d72a495b1970a3c83d325