I don't want to leave the lights of the town So I drive to the edge and I turn it around The sheriff's car eyes me like I'm some sort of fiend But the only thing I'm guilty of is burning gasoline I drive to the south gate and I drive to the east The new owners only kept the young employees My wife doesn't mind that I drive late at night 'Cause I don't come home drunk and I never want to fight I went down to Metro and pawned both my guns So I wouldn't be tempted by either of them I've got the tire tread to measure the loss But I wonder how I'd feel if just once I punched my boss Just punched his face in once But that little punk would have put me in stir And we'd never get back to the fine thing we were In Silvertown, right here in Silvertown I pass by the lights of casinos and bars I can always find work if I want to deal cards If I worked for myself then I'd write my own check There'd be nobody there to breathe down my back Like in Silvertown The old owners lied as to what was in store Silvertown runs on a promise like this and no more The tourists gamble while the real people work to save And I'm just trying to drive off this urge to misbehave