The parking lot is rammed
with shotgun pickup trucks
At the Jones' Rubber plant
where all the guys end up
Beer- drinking boy scouts liv
ing life like they ain't stuck
On these quicksand streets
with their girls in a sling
I'm in my bedroom on the verge
'Round here, we all take up our
cross and hang on His holy name
But the cards that I was dealt will
get you thrown out of the game
Hey momma, can't you see your boy
is wrapped up in the strangle silk
verge of a terrible thing
While her mother fights back proud tears,
a young cowboy gives the nod
The chute opens, bull draws blood,
and the gift is accepted by God
The chute opens, the bull draws blood,
and the gift is accepted by God
In this barbed wire town of
verge of a terrible thing
