Ghost Town lyrics
Ghost Town
Cold Chisel (Twentieth Century) I've been forty days and forty nights In television land I'd kill myself with cigarettes If I could find my hands Livin' in a ghost town Take this will and testament And nail it to the wall You know I spent my time here Learning how to crawl Livin' in a ghost town And money don't buy water round The ghost town I've never found a border round The ghost town Whoever sets the weather Oughta keep it pretty calm Keep it fine and mild Cause like a cheap alarm I'm fuckin' wound There's just a man on a bad street Who cannot turn around Or shout above the heat Below the knees he's Buried in the ground Waking up in Sydney babylon Is what it's all about There's only one way in here And one way out Submitted by syz
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