Cold Chisel Ghost Town Lyrics

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

 

 

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