kahnin

Lyrics

Living in a town called Last Stop.
Forty odd people living here, in broken shacks.
All related to the reverend of this town in some way.
Got a junkyard with a broken down car.
A petrol pump with a Texaco star.
The sheriff of this town, he tends the bar.
Gotta get away from here someday, somehow.
Before the voices in my head become too loud.
You hoo hoo with your eyes so blue, you keep telling me.
Last stop is the last stop for me.
Gotta get away from Last Stop.
Gotta get away from Last Stop...
God damn dog keeps yapping all day.
My tongue's so dry and the soil here is gray.
God damn dog keeps yapping all day.
My tongue's so dry and the soil here is gray