Lyrics
This town's voice is caught in a wire
Bad news is best unknown
There's no work for the old town crier
This town cries on its own
Mow the lawn, trim the hedge
This is life on the cutting edge
This town is emotionally retarded
Empty hearted, the spirit has departed
These are the days of rapid transportation
Information and no communication
This town cries
Mow the lawn, trim the hedge
This is life on the cutting edge
This town's voice is caught in a wire
Bad news is best unknown
There's no work for the old town crier
This town cries on its own