A Town Called Liberty

There’s something odd in a town called Liberty Can’t quite tell you what it is Might be the things at the border of the pines Or it might just be the autumn wind There’s something strange about a town called Liberty Something in the way that they stare Even the schoolyard kids have the shadow of the reaper In their eye, and a melancholy air Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmmmm There’s something off about a town called Liberty Headstones go back to seventeen-oh-three Well they must retire somewhere else in Carolina ‘Cause there ain’t as many graves as ought’ta be There’s something going on in a town called Liberty No one’s ever out past sundown Each night there’s a red light shining through the window of the lodge Casting shadows on the ground Aah Aah Aah Aaaah There’s something wrong about a town called Liberty A man’s kneeling at the little brick church He was praying to a god with a six letter name But he ain’t speaking English anymore There’s something weird in a town called liberty The waitress said with a wink She doesn’t like the church bells ringing and she can’t stand The cast-iron pans in the sink Hah Hah Hah Haaah Well maybe it’s the land where they set up shop Maybe it’s the angle of the blood moon But there’s something odd in a town called liberty I’m finna be gone real soon