Ghost Town

Cute little smile left to sleep with the road kill.
21 grams bought a house back in Niceville.
Teeth gonna stay,
their expression is faceless.
Not to be part of no judgement or madness.

Ghost town.
Ghost men.

Grass is so green,
cut it don't smoke it.
If left it will cover up guerrilla dog shit.
Eyes gonna eye you,
cannot escape them.
No pleasing a pleaser if you cannot ignore them.

Ghost town.
Ghost men.



Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Charles Arsenault, Brooks E Milgate, Jeremy Moses Curtis, Craig Rawding, Peter Aleksi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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