Here in this town
They all all know Your name
But the way they treat You
They ought to be ashamed
It's getting hard to hold Your head up
Here in this town

Turn around
Turn around
You don't want to see us now
I'm not sure one righteous man could be found
(Ooh, la, la-la)
Here in this town

Here in this town
They all say Your name
Sunday, it's holy
Monday, profane
How long before You bring this place
To the ground
Ooh, yeah

Turn around
Turn around
You don't want to see us now
I'm not sure one righteous man could be found
(Ooh, la, la-la)
Here in this town