The night stank of diesel. And a stranger came to town. A cold wind blowing. And the rain pouring down. Street lights flicker. And the power lines moan. The moon beat down. On a river of bone. Someone put the lights out. No one make a sound. You won't find a thing. Down in Oretown. Foundry spits fire and smoke. Air's foul and choking. Sky full of sulphur. Mountains flat and broken. Black fogs and whirlwinds. Thunder and rain. Open drink madness. And purple mad pain. The circus is over. Exit the clowns. Nobody's laughing. Down in Oretown. The ship's in the harbour. Cargo's been pawned. Barrooms spilling sailors. All shipwrecked at dawn. Smelling of salt and rust. Uniforms torn. Came looking for flowers. Only found thorns. Dreaming of mermaids. In pearly white gowns. tain is sleeping. Down in Oretown. There's a madman down on mainstreet. Eyes all aflame. Laughing in the thunder. Of the Number 9 train. Selling old postcards in rusty frames. A thousand views of Oretown. And they all look the same. Dressed up in sandals. And a barbed wire crown. A lot of people loose their minds. Down in Oretown. Lock up the lawman. Let go the thief. Rounding up the grey men. Nail them to a tree. This town was a palace. This town was aglow. Then the sky burned orange. And the iron river flowed. The night stank of diesel. A stranger came to town. The night folded over. Down in Oretown.