You know, the sun is in your eyes And hurricanes and rains And black and cloudy skies. You're running up and down that hill. You turn it on and off at will. There's nothing here to thrill Or bring you down. And if you've got no other choice You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town. Oh Lady, luck has led you here And they're so twisted up They'll twist you up. I fear. The pious, hateful and devout, You're turning tricks til you're turned out, The wind so cold it burns, You're burning out and blowing round. And if you've got no other choice You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town. The fates are vicious and they're cruel. You learn too late you've used two wishes Like a fool And then you're someone you are not, And Junction City ain't the spot, Remember Mrs. Lot And when she turned around. And if you've got no other choice You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town
Wicked Little Town (Hedwig Version) The Breeders 2 Comments 0 Tags Play "Wicked Little Town…" on Apple Music One, two, here we go.... I know the sun is in your eyes And hurricanes and rain, And black and cloudy skies. And running up and down that hill You turn it on and off at will There's nothing here to thrill, Or bring you down. And if you've got no other choice, You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town. Oh Lady Luck has lead you here. And they're so twisted up, They'll twist you up, I fear. The pious, hateful and devout You're turing tricks 'til you're turned out The wind so cold it burns, You're burning out, blowing round. And if you've got no other choice, You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town. Aah, aah... Aah, aah... The fates are vicious and they're cruel. You learn too late, You used two wishes like a fool. And then you're someone you are not, And Junction City ain't the spot, Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around. And if you've got no other choice, You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town.
I heard the ending to this song over and over so many times thinking the lyric said " the little dog turns at noises, wicked little town" because I was so into my imaginations representation of the song. I pictured a little dirty stray following the young person around and so skittish it would turn its head at any sound. That was years ago and noticed in a comment posting the lyrics it did not end this way. I will continue with my ending if it's cool with everyone.
