Heathen Town

They used to call it Sin City
now it’s gone way past that.
Painting the town
and then burning it down
now even that’s old hat.
Now there’s a choir of angels
at the fall of Rome
singing «Ave Maria»
or «Home Sweet Home»
It’s just a heathen town
I hear only evil
as my tongue is tightened.
I used to be god-fearing
now I’m so frightened
'cause the devil will drag you under
by the sharp tailfin
of your checkered cab
And I can’t sit down,
I’m going overboard
in this heathen town.
It starts as a flirtation
and ends up as an expensive habit.
With one eye on her place
in debtor’s prison
And the other on a girl
dressed as a rabbit.
Now you can live forever
endure fits and starts
The only stake you cannot raise
Is the one driven through your heart.