Mark the time, of days long ago. When prosperity smiled our way. Surrounded friends, neighbors and family, In the streets, our children would play. Till death marched right in, A reckoning within, and though we just wanted to stay, But despair it crept in and snuffed out our dreams, Salvation is so far away.
3 hours, west, out of Gotham Over rivers, mountains and streams. A town, in a hollow is abandoned, as it sits on anthracite seams.
A tale of ashes and fire, excess, folly and pain, Some denizens built up a pyre. But what was in the path of those flames?
Centralia, Hell just below. Can our village be saved? Centralia, Hell just below. What can be done? Salvation is so far away! Centralia!
And as, the town went to slumber, As darkness cancelled the light. The coal seam exposed to the embers. The refuse and debris ignite!!
The mines, below, were ignited, Like a furnace lit up with a scream, The hills, at night, are excited, Glow red and orange, obscene.
Centralia, Hell just below. Can our village be saved? Centralia, Hell just below. What can be done? Salvation is so far away!
At night, inside their crumbling homes, in the poisoned air, they choke. Laid uneasy heads all down, billowing of smoke. For the minute eyes do close, on their pillows laid down low. The blackened ground will open up, And they incinerate below.
3 hours, west, out of Gotham Over rivers, mountains and streams. A town, in a hollow is abandoned, as it sits on anthracite seams.
The townspeople, they had no recourse, As they and the bureaucrats dueled. Tinkering and meddling did nothing, as Nature plays by HER rules.
Centralia, Hell just below Can our village be saved. Centralia, it'll swallow us whole. What can be done, for salvation is so far away.
Surrounded friends, neighbors and family, In the streets, our children would play. Till death marched right in, A reckoning within, and though we just wanted to stay.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
