Blackened faces, full of methadone spaces
Where the doctors are throwing paper around
Crying babies, lying players
[?] being around

I think we are falling down
I think we are sinking in the ground
It's a waste

Rejoicing ladies, fading church-town graces
It's raining in this West Virginia town
Falling wages, oxycontin takes its place
In this fading West Virginia town

I think we are falling down
I think we are sinking in the ground
It's a waste

I think we are falling down
I think we are sinking in the ground
In this West Virginia town
It's a waste
I know we are falling down
I know we are sinking in the ground
It's too late