Ghost Town Blues Revisited (feat. Matt Vend)
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
All of their dreams have singes on their hinges
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
And all of their smiles have squirms on their fringes
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
All of their dreams have singes on their hinges
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
And all of their smiles have squirms on their fringes
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows are boarded up
All of the buildings are out of use
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows (Are boarded up)
All of the buildings (Are out of use)
The city is fast asleep
Smells all slowly wash in making me feel sick
Feels like a black hole choking me to settle down
Desperation frustration breeds an ugly frown
Telling me that life's got no mystery
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
The post boxes are all empty
The milk has gone sour
The lawns are dry and recklessly overgrown
When you walk down the road
You feel like you're on your own
You see the factories and warehouses
And you feel them chill your bones
The bar walls are all stained yellow
The post boxes tagged and vandalised
There's strip clubs and pawn shops
With shelves of dreams for sale
Hearts have ceased to beat
Resolved in their defeat
Take your money to track, son
And show them you're not weak
The air tastes like despair
The air tastes like despair
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows are boarded up
All of the buildings are out of use
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows (Are boarded up)
All of the buildings (Are out of use)
The city is fast asleep
Smells all slowly wash in making me feel sick
Feels like a black hole choking me to settle down
Desperation frustration breeds an ugly frown
Telling me that life's got no mystery
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
The worst part about the ghost town
Is what it makes me see
Then I realise the ghost town is in me
Where the dull streets shine orange
All of their dreams have singes on their hinges
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
And all of their smiles have squirms on their fringes
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
All of their dreams have singes on their hinges
Drove out to the ghost town
Where the dull streets shine orange
And all of their smiles have squirms on their fringes
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows are boarded up
All of the buildings are out of use
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows (Are boarded up)
All of the buildings (Are out of use)
The city is fast asleep
Smells all slowly wash in making me feel sick
Feels like a black hole choking me to settle down
Desperation frustration breeds an ugly frown
Telling me that life's got no mystery
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
The post boxes are all empty
The milk has gone sour
The lawns are dry and recklessly overgrown
When you walk down the road
You feel like you're on your own
You see the factories and warehouses
And you feel them chill your bones
The bar walls are all stained yellow
The post boxes tagged and vandalised
There's strip clubs and pawn shops
With shelves of dreams for sale
Hearts have ceased to beat
Resolved in their defeat
Take your money to track, son
And show them you're not weak
The air tastes like despair
The air tastes like despair
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows are boarded up
All of the buildings are out of use
The air tastes like despair
Brown paper bags and hopeless stares
All of the windows (Are boarded up)
All of the buildings (Are out of use)
The city is fast asleep
Smells all slowly wash in making me feel sick
Feels like a black hole choking me to settle down
Desperation frustration breeds an ugly frown
Telling me that life's got no mystery
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
Life's a boring book and you're stuck on the path you took
The worst part about the ghost town
Is what it makes me see
Then I realise the ghost town is in me
Credits
Writer(s): Yusuf Laher
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