What Ive Heard Of Wyoming by The Terminals Lyrics

The hallway is a bunker
And the lawn's an open grave
They've taken now to calling
In the middle of the day
What I've heard of Wyoming
It's always been the same
And it's raining, it's raining, it's raining
They're dying every day

And the endless passing people
Press their faces to the glass
Asking questions, looking evil
Checking the locks as they pass
What I've heard of Wyoming
They're growing in the grass
And it's raining, it's raining, it's raining
Each day could be the last

[Bridge]
They live on instincts atrophied
Repressed, withdrawn, unrealised
The darkness and the violence
Takes over their whole lives
I've got this vision in my mind
Its solitary in the light
The darkness it descends
The shadows fall across my eyes
One turn on the doorknob
And the shock will fry your head
I've got guns, scissors and hammers
And knives besides the bed
And what I've heard of Wyoming
It's all down to despair
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining
And no one really cares