There’s a small town in a foggy haze Out of time, out of space. Keep your feet on the narrow path If you want to leave the place Very first thing you run into Is a shop filled with useless crap. Don’t be fooled by the owners, Don’t ask nothing you’ll regret. It’s a local town for local people There’s nothing for you to see. If you’re brave and want to visit You may well just disappear. We don’t like your kind of "progress" Or your "fancy" point of view. The things we have are precious And they don't belong to you! All residents have little secrets No one’s normal, you could say. Some grow toads for a hobby drink "aqua vita" every day. Why do all have bleeding noses? more they start to alienate. What’s the meat the butcher's selling? It doesn’t taste like anything I ate. It’s a local town for local people There’s nothing for you to see. If you’re brave and want to visit You may well just disappear. We don’t like your kind of "progress" Or your "fancy" point of view. The things we have are precious And they don't belong to you! Mystery is piling, nothing makes sense Jobseekers' hope is a pen on the lace. Travelling people came out of the blue Led by the clown with a painted brown face. He knocks on the door "Is that you Dave?" To a woman with a fearful gaze. "You are my wife now" he drags her away Locked in the circus cage for rest of her days. Another person we shall not forget Is the town's quite "ingenious" out-of-luck vet. He let a boy with a bird on a leash Fly high to the clouds in the sky. It all went so well for a minute or two... 'Til the bird hit the power-lines... Fry It’s a local town for local people There’s nothing for you to see. If you’re brave and want to visit You may well just disappear. We don’t like your kind of "progress" Or your "fancy" point of view. The things we have are precious And they don't belong to you! "Are you local?" "Hello Dave? Is that you, Dave?" "We'll have no trouble here." "You're my wife now..." ©Pitchous2026
