Small Town Big Hell - Colin Hay

No longer do I cry, there’s no future in the tear

No longer do I ask why, the answer’s never clear

Not like a smokin' gun, it’s not my idea of fun

Small Town Big Hell, for me for you

Superstitious minds can kill the truth

It’s not for me to say, so I will just play dumb

They say love finds it’s own way, but not for everyone

The monsters they are real, your own lives they will steal

Small Town Big Hell, for me for you

Superstitious minds can kill the truth

What is our destiny, can we still the sea

The devil’s waiting in the wings

Softly he, softly he sings

Come follow me to glory, step into the unknown

But this is not my story, it’s yours and yours alone

Now you’re many miles away, no longer hear them say

Small Town Big Hell, for me for you

Superstitious minds can kill the truth

Small Town Big Hell, for me for you

Superstitious minds can kill the truth

Of me, and you, of me, and you

Small Town Big Hell