Songtext von Nowhere, Texas

Down in nowhere, texas Along the highway forty-five There's ghostly stretch of road Where it's hard to stay alive South, towards galveston Young girl stayed disappeared Where the desert sands turn into the wasteland The air is thick with the scent of fear Hunting in the killing fields Small-town country boys do their worst No one knows how far it goes It seems that the bayou has become a world of hurt Collete's body was discovered In november of nineteen seventy-one Then one after another Victims were found beneath the desert sun Still no convictions Handed down for these violent crimes Will this highway's history remain a mystery? Or will the truth arrive over time? Hunting in the killing fields Small-town country boys do their worst No one knows how far it goes It seems that the bayou has become a world of hurt And the devil was there, the devil was there The devil was there, the devil was there