The Killers – Terrible Thing Lyrics
Artist: The Killers
Song: Terrible Thing
The parking lot is rammed with shotgun pickup trucks at the Jones Rubber plant where all guys end up
Beer-drinking Boy Scouts living life like they ain’t stuck on these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling
I’m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
Around here, we all take up our cross and hang on His holy name, but the cards that I was dealt will get you thrown out of the game
Hey momma, can’t you see your boy is wrapped up in the strangle silk of this cobweb town where culture is king?
I’m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes and think of the water out at the Salt Creek when I was young
Down at Old Mill Park, half the town’s in tow to crown the Bathing Beauty of the rodeo, while her mother fights back proud tears a young cowboy gives the nod, the chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God
The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God
In this barbed wire town of barbed wire dreams, I’m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
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Release Year: 2021