מילים לשיר Mad Max Was An Amateur – Ghost

Raise up the anchors and seal up the cracks Self hate and microphones, we'll re
A beat up guitar and an amp I got for free I compile blurred still frames from the blacktop seas Weary bodies can't rest We keep on moving With a ringing in my ears and dust in my blood With an empty wallet and a hungry soul
I don't have much to show, but I've got some stories to tell We repeat nocturnally and leave out the backdoor
College towns and apartment floors We fight like brothers and party like thieves
Excess and irony, alcohol and trees Weary bodies can't rest We keep on moving With a ringing in my ears and dust my blood With an empty wallet and a hungry soul
I don't have much to show, but I've got some stories to tell.