Silvertown

I don't want to leave the lights of the town

So I drive to the edge and I turn it around

The sheriff's car eyes me like I'm some sort of fiend

But the only thing I'm guilty of is burning gasoline

I drive to the south gate and I drive to the east

The new owners only kept the young employees

My wife doesn't mind that I drive late at night

'cause I don't come home drunk and I never want to fight

I went down to Metro and pawned both my guns

So I wouldn't be tempted by either of them

I've got the tire tread to measure the loss

But I wonder how I'd feel if just once I punched my boss

Just punched his face in once

But that little punk would have put me in stir

And we'd never get back to the fine thing we were

In Silvertown, right here in Silvertown

I pass by the lights of casinos and bars

I can always find work if I want to deal cards

If I worked for myself then I'd write my own check

There'd be nobody there to breathe down my back

Like in Silvertown

The old owners lied as to what was in store

Silvertown runs on a promise like this and no more

The tourists gamble while the real people work to save

And I'm just trying to drive off this urge to misbehave