There's a pain in the west
A sinking feeling deep down in their chests
A little a girl, a town with her name
Her daddy died before she had came
To see the place and just how it laid to waste

The rain it came and did not stop
All the streets filling up to their tops
It's coming up to their knees
The river had its way it did as it pleased
On the water's sheen there's rainbows of gasoline

Good Lord, what have we done for this dark dirty sun?
Lord of mine where have you been?
When there's trouble you are nowhere to be seen
A little town like a lamb
Well a lion come down and took their dam
February was lean, and March came to scream