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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Lenyer Buchanan
Jason Lenyer Buchanan
Acoustic Guitar
Scott Mulvahill
Scott Mulvahill
Upright Bass
Joel Rousseau
Joel Rousseau
Mandolin
Andrew Picha
Andrew Picha
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Lenyer Buchanan
Jason Lenyer Buchanan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joel Rousseau
Joel Rousseau
Producer

Lyrics

This town is like a poison
There’s one street light but no warning
On the outside it seems charming
No one ever sees it coming
From what hell is that bat flying
Did he make it or is he trying
Was it true or is he lying:
No escaping without dying
 The smaller this town gets,
 Deeper the quicksand goes
 When you think you’ve made it out
 You’ve only begun the throws
 Of death and dying in this town
 Paint the walls and sweep the street
 Underneath is still the same
 Might grow up but never leave
There’s a tree was used for hanging
Crooked branches gone through milling
Limbs where necks were breaking
Are now the beams in our church ceiling
 Schoolhouse preps
 Courthouse steps
 Lawman sings
 Church bell rings
 Grandma hopes
 Council votes
 Same surnames
 Nothing changes
Now the ghosts we keep condemning
Settle into new beginnings
History marches on, repeating
And we call our Hell, “improving”
The smaller this town gets,
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you’ve made it out
You’ve only begun the throws
Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the street
Underneath is still the same
Might grow up but never leave
Written by: Jason Lenyer Buchanan

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