Not Drowning, Waving – Parish Pump lyrics

In this simple small talk town
One sixty miles from anywhere
The wind kicks up a dust storm dance
The fat grain silos standing tall
The white folk here they're so intimate
They know each others every move
And each family's golden heritage
is steeped in pioneering deeds, and so
I don't care what you say to make me stay
Cos I'm leaving here tonight
The frilly smiles and the parish pump it's Anglican in every way
They don't see the drink as a problem here
though it's broken many a home
Across the road by the pale green house
It smells light with perfumed flowers
And underneath all the small talk
there lies a gun beneath every bed, and so
I don't care what you say to make me stay,
Cos I'm leaving here tonight
On my way to find a new adventure every single day
The seeming harmlessness of things
Belies a firm hard hand of bigotry
It floats among the dry north winds
And then rears its ugly head
but I don't care...