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.
-- Stephen Trask, "Wicked Little Town"
I don't know why, but that song was in my head all day.
