| Song | This Town |
| Artist | Thea Gilmore |
| Album | Murphy's Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well hello my little train wreck | |
| I am your worst fear | |
| I'm a mortuary postcard | |
| I'm a graveyard souvenir | |
| And have I got your attention | |
| Now put your hands where I can see them | |
| Give me your heart and soul boy | |
| Cos you aint gonna need them. | |
| I've seen your sort before you know | |
| The kind that likes to mess around | |
| You think you're riding with the wind | |
| You think you're dancing underground | |
| And you think it is your birthright | |
| To drink and take your fill | |
| But for all your running honey | |
| Well you've just been standing still | |
| Now you aint gonna heaven | |
| And you aint gonna hell | |
| There's a place worse than either | |
| From what I hear tell | |
| You're gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| You're gonna stay in this town this town this town. | |
| Well hello my little car crash | |
| I am your only hope | |
| I’ll be your silver bullet | |
| I’ll be your knotted rope | |
| Cos I hate to see you suffer | |
| Unless you suffer right | |
| I almost wanna show you mercy | |
| But not quite. | |
| So calling all you angels | |
| Calling all you devils too | |
| Well this poor excuse for living's | |
| Just not good enough for you | |
| Now you aint gonna heaven | |
| And you aint gonna hell | |
| There's a place worse than either | |
| From what I hear tell | |
| You're gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| You're gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Oh you're gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Yeah you're gonna stay in this town. | |
| Well I can tell what you are thinking | |
| That one day you’ll make amends | |
| But the creeping hands of static | |
| Are gonna get you in the end | |
| And soon you'll be a memory | |
| Of a shadow of a lie | |
| You’ll be a cautionary tale | |
| Oh the boy who couldn't fly. | |
| And you're gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Said you're gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Yeah you're gonna stay in this town this town this town this town | |
| You're gonna stay in this town. |
| Well hello my little train wreck | |
| I am your worst fear | |
| I' m a mortuary postcard | |
| I' m a graveyard souvenir | |
| And have I got your attention | |
| Now put your hands where I can see them | |
| Give me your heart and soul boy | |
| Cos you aint gonna need them. | |
| I' ve seen your sort before you know | |
| The kind that likes to mess around | |
| You think you' re riding with the wind | |
| You think you' re dancing underground | |
| And you think it is your birthright | |
| To drink and take your fill | |
| But for all your running honey | |
| Well you' ve just been standing still | |
| Now you aint gonna heaven | |
| And you aint gonna hell | |
| There' s a place worse than either | |
| From what I hear tell | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town. | |
| Well hello my little car crash | |
| I am your only hope | |
| I' ll be your silver bullet | |
| I' ll be your knotted rope | |
| Cos I hate to see you suffer | |
| Unless you suffer right | |
| I almost wanna show you mercy | |
| But not quite. | |
| So calling all you angels | |
| Calling all you devils too | |
| Well this poor excuse for living' s | |
| Just not good enough for you | |
| Now you aint gonna heaven | |
| And you aint gonna hell | |
| There' s a place worse than either | |
| From what I hear tell | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Oh you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Yeah you' re gonna stay in this town. | |
| Well I can tell what you are thinking | |
| That one day you' ll make amends | |
| But the creeping hands of static | |
| Are gonna get you in the end | |
| And soon you' ll be a memory | |
| Of a shadow of a lie | |
| You' ll be a cautionary tale | |
| Oh the boy who couldn' t fly. | |
| And you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Said you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Yeah you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town this town | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town. |
| Well hello my little train wreck | |
| I am your worst fear | |
| I' m a mortuary postcard | |
| I' m a graveyard souvenir | |
| And have I got your attention | |
| Now put your hands where I can see them | |
| Give me your heart and soul boy | |
| Cos you aint gonna need them. | |
| I' ve seen your sort before you know | |
| The kind that likes to mess around | |
| You think you' re riding with the wind | |
| You think you' re dancing underground | |
| And you think it is your birthright | |
| To drink and take your fill | |
| But for all your running honey | |
| Well you' ve just been standing still | |
| Now you aint gonna heaven | |
| And you aint gonna hell | |
| There' s a place worse than either | |
| From what I hear tell | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town. | |
| Well hello my little car crash | |
| I am your only hope | |
| I' ll be your silver bullet | |
| I' ll be your knotted rope | |
| Cos I hate to see you suffer | |
| Unless you suffer right | |
| I almost wanna show you mercy | |
| But not quite. | |
| So calling all you angels | |
| Calling all you devils too | |
| Well this poor excuse for living' s | |
| Just not good enough for you | |
| Now you aint gonna heaven | |
| And you aint gonna hell | |
| There' s a place worse than either | |
| From what I hear tell | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Oh you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Yeah you' re gonna stay in this town. | |
| Well I can tell what you are thinking | |
| That one day you' ll make amends | |
| But the creeping hands of static | |
| Are gonna get you in the end | |
| And soon you' ll be a memory | |
| Of a shadow of a lie | |
| You' ll be a cautionary tale | |
| Oh the boy who couldn' t fly. | |
| And you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Said you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town | |
| Yeah you' re gonna stay in this town this town this town this town | |
| You' re gonna stay in this town. |