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
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 Explain Request ×
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