winds moan and whisper And there's no lover Whose heart burns In this ghost town Just the long shadows That chase through this ghost town Faded memories
before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next to the Town
me Like a ghost town Like a ghost town It's all wrong, she's long gone Like a ghost town The cold wind blowing down an empty street Like a ghost town
hell I still hear you in this old piano, yeah She says Andy I know that we don't talk as much But I still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs
still hear you in this old piano, yeah She says Andy, I know that we don't talk as much but i sill hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs come
't stand the ghost of a chance Volstead, Volstead Volstead say don't you know Volstead, Volstead Volstead O vodeo do The Chicago pianos are starting
the night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town
now A ghost of a horse follows me to the end oh the end of the barn where my faith's buried deep in the ground I lay into the piano with the pedal
I still hear you in this Old piano, oh yeah." She says, "Andy, I know That we don't talk as much But I still hear your ghost In these old punk rock clubs
eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano
Translation: Shortly. Ghost Town.
With double-barreled action, son I?ll shoot at you southpaw Young guns with toast out, always the most foul Riding through your streets, turn your hood to a ghost town
back now A ghost of a horse follows me to the end oh the end of the barn where my faith's buried deep in the ground I lay into the piano with the
