This is a countryish/honky-tonkish song with a sardonic bite
written while I was living in Fort Wayne, Indiana a few years back...



This town is like a drug, a nursery rhyme on a bad trip
Too bad for you, too bad for you, this lackluster charm is your deathtrap
The roads are paved all crooked like, a smear of time on wilted paint
Another chase of identity, another round of what we ain't...

They smother in the winter fat, eat the lard from thrift store china
Park their ass in second hand smoke, stuck in a vinyl diner
The color here is rather white but dull and uninviting
The color here is criminal for this small town of the slow-minded...

Never want it here, never want it there
Never want to make a choice
Can't wait to leave but we'll never leave
We're just one of those local boys...

Yet sometimes I get around
and look out beyond my T.V.
But I'm scared when there's something to doubt
It's always there....
lookin' at me...

The bored to death are all the life, ain't it funny all they do is sleep
Sucked into some common cold with their vaccinated needs
And that bone-snappin' chorus, that dust storm in their haunts
Rest assured it's a Sunday proverb, Never get just what you want...

This town is like a side-show, a cut and paste shadow box
A cardboard tone of plastic trees and plastic lives on plastic blocks
It's a windstorm of delirium, get you cross-eyed and pathetic
A stretch of lives rode hard on swollen tongues of bullshit relic...

-Jack Fancy

You know how in all the old Loony Toons cartoons, when one of the characters would see somthing so profoundly amazing that they're lower jaw would drop down in the likeness of a shutter?  Thats me right now.  I really like your stuff, dude.  Post more!!!!!!!