This Quiet Town

the lights of the bars glow brightly in this quiet town
 the regulars holding court, hostile, sharing jokes,
 getting a few drinks down
 in the corner the under-aged boys nurse their pints
 search for change to buy one last beer
 a trip real, or otherwise, to get them out of here
 suzy stands shivering in the shadows
 dreaming of big city lights and days gone by
 the glitz and glamour of her old life, bustling clubs and hazy nights
 all left behind when her boyfriend got drunk, turned her life upside down
 now living with a local lad in a two-roomed cell
 in the reality of coming home, of coming home
 paul lives with his parents, has no job and sits watching the telly all day
 he's never been bothered about moving on, it's just easier this way
 he's always looking for trouble, never shies from a fight
 coming home in a blood-soaked t-shirt
 never a wound in sight
 ian always wished that he had stepped out at least once
 from his mechanic life
 straight from school into the family business
 passed down through three generations
 now he sits holding half-pint in a pint glass as he can't stop shaking
 always giving advice to the lads in the corner
 he barks "the endless neatly ploughed fields and rows and rows of pylons
 cannot hold you in, but can't compete with your attitude
 and the small-town mentality you were brought up with"
 night after night he sits
 night after night he barks
 night after night...