Easy Way Out

Dreaming is believing in a sleepless town
The fog is so heavy, just breathing you could drown
A lumberjack is sending his daughter down the stream
Her nightmare is ending with a violent scream 

Mothers carry coffins, fathers can’t be found
Everybody takes the easy way out
Saints deliver orphans, sinners sleep around
Everybody takes the easy way out

A cone full of ether, it puts ya fast asleep
You can count the bodies, just like you’re counting sheep
Stretch marks are snaking all across her skin
Everybody’s looking, but they can’t find the next of kin

Lemon juice is stinging in the open wound
Banshees are singing a paean to the moon
Children are stranded in the knee-deep snow
They’ve been abandoned in the afterglow