Among the ruins of this city and the thousand more alike Livelihoods have been devoured The streets seem to have been deserted Only shadows dare stalk
You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his
that we won't be. Giving up the ghost Giving up the ghost Never you and I Giving up the ghost. Giving up the ghost We can never stop Giving up the ghost
: "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
the horse will take us to Durango. Agarrame, mi vida Soon the desert will be gone Soon you will be dancing the fandango. Past the Aztec ruins and the ghosts
on Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept As he lay his head back on his seat and slept He woke and the towns gave way to muddy fields
't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little
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
allowed us Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up Look around and see who's willin' to back you up You're in a ghost town and home alone like
highway travelin? town to town Settin? up my gear and then I?m tearin? it down Turnin? up my guitar Standin? on the stage I?m just tryin? to raise the ghosts
Manhattan Chase The elevator?s broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town
still in there. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Blood in the streets in the town
town and then she drove away Sunlight in her hair Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind Blood in the streets in the town
come? ) Well, she's come, been and gone. Come out of the garden, baby Youll catch your death in the fog Young girl, they call them the diamond dogs Young
born upstream If I told you I come from money White money Would you love me Would you love me Well, I was born down By a bad little river in a poor town
roller derbies) Yeah, masked avengers We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"} All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, Ghost [Ghostface
drinks "Bar shuts at nine" he said, after I asked him [Chorus] Wind blowing through, ghost in my head This lonely road, has been left for dead Wind blowing through, ghost