i like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain. kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams. yeah
i pray to god that i will. i got a confession; i never ever had no appetite for pain. so it's a mystery to me why i like walking in the ghost-town.ghost-town of my brain. i'm on a coal train headed south
guess we're bound for birmingham. thick as thieves with a black girl twice as messed-up as i am. the smile upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart. like the testimony of a fun house mirror that some fool broke apart. girl listen here; you're just a leaf caught in god's secret hurricane. and on this cold and dark wild midnight you are dancing in the ghost-town.ghost-town of my brain. feel them magnets in the shadows?
take no comforts with them specters 'cause you know that they can hurt you. sweet mother load of secrets