The Killers - Terrible Thing lyrics

The parking lot is rammed
With shotgun pickup trucks
At the Jones Rubber plant where
All the guys end up
Beer-drinking boy scouts living life
Like they ain't stuck
On these quicksand streets with their
Girls in a sling i'm in my bedroom on the
Verge of a terrible thing

Around here, we all take up our cross and
Hang on His holy name
But the cards that I was dealt will
Get you thrown out of the game hey, mama
Can't you see your boy is wrapped
Up in the strangle silk
Of this cobweb town where culture is king?
I'm in my bedroom on the
Verge of a terrible thing

I close my eyes and think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek when I was young

Down at Old Mill Park, half the town's in tow
To crown the bathing beauty of the rodeo
While her mother fights back proud tears
A young cowboy gives the nod
The chute opens, bull draws blood
And the gift is accepted by God
The chute opens, bull draws blood
And the gift is accepted by God
In this barbed wire town
Of barbed wire dreams
I'm in my bedroom on the
Verge of a terrible thing

I close my eyes and think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek when I was young
I close my eyes and think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek when I was young