Lyrics

Hell Town
Fifty years ago on Sunday
There was a fire at the old town throw
Ignited up the coal seam setting off a devil’s chain
1,400 souls told to go

Decades later that fire still burns
Tourist gawk at twisted, buckled 61
And old Centralia’s empty lonely streets
Yet a handful who still call it home

We live up in Hell Town, We’re never gonna come down.
Until we’re just a charred memory
When they lay our bodies down beneath that burning ground
We’ll be in that lazy smoke curling up the trees

Tom remembers 62 he wore the red and blue
Just doin clean-up for the Holiday
“They Lit up that landfill, it spidered down a coal sill”
“Fire still burning through that maze”
Now Carl and Helen claim the fire ain’t a problem
“Won’t find it winding down this side of the town”
“But even if it do son, this much is true,
I still ain’t leaving my home”

We live up in Hell Town, We’re never gonna come down.
Until we’re just a charred memory
When they lay our bodies down beneath that burning ground
We’ll be in that lazy smoke curling up the trees

We always liked Centralia since we were old enough to stand it
Their nostalgia shines a fine golden hue
“If you stepped outside your house and your car refused to start”
“The neighbor would come out and find a way”

We live up in Hell Town, We’re never gonna come down.
Until we’re just a charred memory
When they lay our bodies down beneath that burning ground
We’ll be in that lazy smoke curling up the trees

We live up in Hell Town, We’re never gonna come down.
Until we’re just a charred memory
When they lay our bodies down beneath that burning ground
We’ll be in that lazy smoke curling up the trees