Music & Lyrics by William Chaffin
"Ghosts" sample by Brian Fairbanks
What can I say that still remains?
A pocket of sunshine & an old switchblade.
36 miles from San An-tone,
I picked up a microphone & I never went home.
All that I am just sits in a train,
With an old guitar & a gut full of pain.
My mother didn't care she was a prodigal witch.
She raised me to see you with a sip & a stitch.
Holy revolution won't you go sit down or pack up your bullshit till the clowns come to town.
The scumbags that started the opening act.
They stole all your money & never came back.
You hated & screamed but wanted them home.
You're working my patience till the skin splits the bone.
credits
from Ghosts,
released August 11, 2013
Music & Lyrics by William Chaffin
"Ghosts" sample by Brian Fairbanks
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