Ghosts - Feat. Tim Armstrong
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
Some wanna sleep and some wanna rise
Some wait their whole life to hide
I'm gon go out like Bonnie and Clyde
Cause I'm a wild one and I don't give a damn, no
I made a bet with myself, I'm gonna make it
Something that I want, I'm gonna take it
Small town mould, I'm gonna break it
And get out of here and make my dreams come true
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
There are some things you're gonna miss
Growin' up in a small town like this
Big city, big problems surface
But it's me and you, boy, against the world now
I met a man named Hate, I met a lady named Malice
We met on the avenue and not in the palace
And everyone we meet is so damn ruthless
So, boy, don't ever leave me
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
Lost kids in a lost world livin'
No one's gonna back down, no one's gonna give in
You think were dumb, no, you must be mistaken
Can't be broke, no, we can't be shaken
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
Some wanna sleep and some wanna rise
Some wait their whole life to hide
I'm gon go out like Bonnie and Clyde
Cause I'm a wild one and I don't give a damn, no
I made a bet with myself, I'm gonna make it
Something that I want, I'm gonna take it
Small town mould, I'm gonna break it
And get out of here and make my dreams come true
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
There are some things you're gonna miss
Growin' up in a small town like this
Big city, big problems surface
But it's me and you, boy, against the world now
I met a man named Hate, I met a lady named Malice
We met on the avenue and not in the palace
And everyone we meet is so damn ruthless
So, boy, don't ever leave me
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em
Lost kids in a lost world livin'
No one's gonna back down, no one's gonna give in
You think were dumb, no, you must be mistaken
Can't be broke, no, we can't be shaken
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
I don't believe in ghosts, but I'm afraid of 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Armstrong, Skye Sweetnam
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