Victim of a Small Town Testo

Stained walls, X-Box, shotguns and cheap beer
Under the cocaine capital of the United States of Fear
I went to see a poet, a young man from Devine
He was amazing for a moment, but every moment has it's time
He was only 18, divorced and had a son
He reminded me of Johnny Cash, and not the movie, the real one
The odds were stacked against him, but his dreams would not let go
He wasn't asking to be president, just wanted to hear a song on the radio

Sins all around me, knocking on my door Don't know how they found me, but they're trying to take control
Drug inside my body, it's digging me a hole
I'm waiting for you Gabriel
To come and save my soul

I brought down some equipment, a guitar and a microphone
We spent three days in seclusion scouring the depths of his young soul
The kid sang like an angel, but the devil soon took hold
Population four-thousand, well everybody knows
He used this darkness to inspire and create
Until evil got ahold of him and guaranteed him no escape
I guess I saw this happen right before my very eyes
Another victim of a small town and those boring Friday nights

Sins all around me, knocking on my door
Don't know how they found me, but they're trying to take control
Drug inside my body, it's digging me a hole
I'm waiting for you Gabriel
To come and save my soul
(sins all around me)
Oh no, John, you got over your head
The sun's gonna shine again