Blackened faces, full of methadone spaces Where the doctors are throwing paper around Crying babies, lying players Stubborn on no jobs being around I think we are falling down I think we are sinking in the ground It's a waste Rejoicing ladies, fading church-town graces It's raining in this West Virginia town Falling wages, Oxycontin takes its place In this fading West Virginia town I think we are falling down I think we are sinking in the ground It's a waste I think we are falling down I think we are sinking in the ground In this West Virginia town It's a waste I know we are falling down I know we are sinking in the ground It's too late