The Secret goes with its books and clothes from Ghost Town To a place no one can trace maybe there?s peace there in the streets there It?s gone, yes
wont stop until they rubbed out And their vest don't protect from the head wounds Reload ammunitions and the bitches will be dead soon Smoke risin' from
and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim but I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens And when
Can't you hear that ghost that's calling as my colt begins to rust in the dust I'm a killer I'm a clown I'm a priest that's gone to town
comes my way, nothing but nothing that is A heaven of rain clouds crown my day, queen of the wet ghost town brigade Then you walk by and from my sky,
can't hide, we let go We've got more than we know My friends are a different breed My friends are... There's a ghost in this room I think I'll name it
from town to town. They all say that I'm a clown. They play high and I play down. They play high and I play. All my friends, they put me down, so I go from
on my ghost train. Oh.You shouldn't do it, you shouldn't do it. Oh. Ride on my ghost train. Oh. Who can stop your past from rushing by. Born to live one
: "Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
town Put some sugar in my bowl I feel like laying down I'm as pale as a ghost Holding a blossom on a stem You ever seen a ghost? No But you have heard
now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of
off somewhere when I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still. I come back to the town from
from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? I wander around from town to town
to the life we knew. One last long embrace. Let go and walk on through. I'm leaving everything behind for a peace that I can't find. The ghosts that
is to know I'm in control That's the problem, an empty sky I fill it up with everything that's missing from my life Where'd you come from, you faded
accurate You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs To that coffin that you call your apartment And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from
lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes From a brown
