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





Submitted by syz