Ghost Town

Ive been forty days and forty nights

In television land

Id kill myself with cigarettes

If I could find my handsLivin in a ghost townTake this will and testament

And nail it to the wall

You know I spent my time here

Learning how to crawlLivin in a ghost townAnd money dont buy water round

The ghost town

Ive 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

Im fuckin woundTheres just a man on a bad street

Who cannot turn around

Or shout above the heat

Below the knees hes

Buried in the ground

Waking up in Sydney babylon

Is what its all about

Theres only one way in here

And one way out