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They built a carnival in a hurricane

through the raging winds and the driving rain

but the place still felt the same

like a town without a name

so they set up a sacrificial light

to guide lost souls through gloomy nights

yet I can still barely see

even a foot in front of me



and its always raining on  in this town

can't even look up without feeling so down

there are no sights, there are no sounds

its always raining on the weekend in this town



now the county judge in his silver shoes

knows he's got nothing left here to lose

so he takes up a Spanish mistress

calls her his latina princess

while the country kids at the candy store

get stoned and lay the city whores

and loathe in misery

and hope to break free



and its always raining on  in this town

can't even look up without feeling so down

there are no sights, there are no sounds

its always raining on the weekend in this town



on a lonely hilltop a sitting  crow

looks down upon the world below

thinking what an awful shame

that town without a name

so he flaps his wings and tries to fly

but the weight of the wind and the sinister sky

brings him down again

and then bring him down again





and its always raining on  in this town

can't even look up without feeling so down

there are no sights, there are no sounds

its always raining on the weekend in this town



I'm that county judge, I'm that lonseome crow

I'm those country kids who've all lost hope

I'm trying to escape

just tring to escape

But I've given up, for its just no use

I can't break free,and  I can't cut loose

and the only thing left to blame

is this town without a name