Lyrics

A Place Called Creede

Cast down from the mile-high city
Anchored by his greed
If Denver is heaven,
Then Hell is a place called Creede
Hell is a place called Creede

Its swollen silver veins
Its mouth was cavernous
Tempter sauntered into town
Fed the miners avarice

Those mines began to bleed
Hell is a place called Creede

If staying put means stuck in stir
Just move on down the line
I’ll try my luck in Creede
Instead of doing time

Cast through the garden gates
to my fate redefined
Two bits to the boatman
To claim what is mine

Every hell can be a heaven
in the constructs of your mind
Every hell can be a heaven
when the miners fall-in-line

Out about the witching hour
our souls black as soot
Drunken debauchery
in the House of Ill Repute

Wanderin’ lost from the light,
what’th night to do with sleep?
When you sow the seeds of sin
the sickle comes home to reap

Every hell can be a heaven when the miners fall-in-line
Even this hell can be a heaven in the constructs of your mind
The city never dared to dream
the glare of greed’s too bright
But the darkness had no shadow
It was hiding in plain sight

The fires, they began to feed
Hell is a place called Creede

Make a mistress of fire
You’ll soon be kissed by flame
Your uroboric self destruction
Your uroboric self consumption
Leaves no one else to blame

And the mines began to bleed
And the fires began to feed
There’s nothin’ left but ash and dust
Hell is a place called Creede
Hell is a place called Creede