Church bells ring from a forgotten hill.
The wind's sting sloppily sums up this towns existence.
As the grave-yard shift employee's language attempts to compensate for a glaring lack of self worth, ink ridden arms scan the energy drink that summarizes the sad, unrealistic dreams of this generation.
Rock stars, actors, and NBA superstars.
Sesame street and after school specials told us that if we believed in ourselves we could be anything we wanted.
However when the welfare check replaces the father and MTV becomes the babysitter of choice for mother, things like work ethic and God become a punchline.
Even now as TV. feeds the chip on all of our shoulder's we pass on the sickness to the next generation.
Maybe some day we'll get it? But when rapstars are revered as prophets and cage-fighters are our new hero's the only people we can blame for our violent and stupid culture is ourselves.
I want to leave this town, but Ive checked the other channels and it's all re-runs
