Blackened faces, full of methadone spaces, where the doctors are throwing paper around
Crying babies, lying players, stepping on old jobs being around
I think we are falling down, I think we are sinking in the ground, it's a waste
Rejoicing ladies, fading church time graces, it's raining in this West Virginia town
Falling wages, oxycontin takes its place in this fading West Virginia town
I think we are falling down, I think we are sinking in the ground, it's a waste
I think we are falling down, I think we are sinking in the ground, it's a waste
I think we are falling down, I think we are sinking in the ground, it's a waste
I know we are falling down, I know we are sinking in the ground, it's too late
I think we are falling down, I think we are sinking in the ground, it's too late