Lyrics

The coal trains are barreling backwards
In the movie in my mind
They can't seem to find its tunnel
to come out the other side

and the Paramount of Public Square
is playing silent films to pass the time
no sound, desaturated
no patrons stand in line

this town is full of cockroaches
doin anything just to survive
try to take away our torches
in the dark we'll multiply

and the emperor sold his suit
to the hustler with his winkin' eye
then he sold his sons to slavery
and his daughters to the night

Wilkes-Barre was payed with black lungs
not these blue bloods that rob us blind
feels like the Susqee's bout to flood again
and open all the graves this time.