The Edge Of Town letra

The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place.
It's a living rotting failure from a different age.
And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die,
it's not in the city it's around the outside.
You can mortgage your future for subleached purity and accept the sterility in exchange for security,
but no matter how many times you run from your fears the same problems always re-appear.
Day after day it's all just decay,
and the promised land just gets further away.
On these dead lawns lie your father's dreams.
White flight. White blight. White screams.
On these dead lawns lie your mother's dreams.

The Suicide File - Letras

• 2003
• A Pleasure To Have In Class
• Achtung! Landmine!
• Another Night In America
• Ashcroft
• Cold Snap
• Down Underground
• Fuck Fox News
• I Hate Rock N' Roll
• I Hate You
• I Like The Nightlife Baby
• Kissinger
• Laramie
• Mission Hill Party
• November In Brookline
• Now Lie In It
• Rum, Romanism and Tammany
• Song For Katy
• Song For Tonight
• The Edge Of Town
• The Purple Dawn
• The Somme
• Things Fall Apart
• Twilight
• W