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Welcome to Dickson


When the smokestacks came down
And wrapped their dirty arms around this mill town
And the old men with grey beards
Drank and smoked and choked until the morning
And from miles around, you could hear the sounds
Of the factory lights and the nights and the babies crying

Under western skies – morning turns to night
Under factory lights – people give their lives

Then she walked in, with the fur coat
That her old man bought at a second hand store
And he saw her there, beneath a neon sign
Her face was old and cold and looked like leather
Well he washed ashore in this dirty town
The stink of bloodhound still on his ass

Under western skies – morning turns to night
Under factory lights – people give their lives

Bloodhounds, freeways, treetops

Frozenhead – I’ll miss you
Frozenhead – I loved you

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