Ghost Town

WE CAN LIGHT THE FUSE AND RUN

We woke up under the gun
And if you'd seen half the shit I've seen
In this dead, dead ghost town
You wouldn't hesitate
To burn these bridges down

This will be the farthest
West we've come
And I wonder what
The fuck we're on
And tomorrow we'll wonder
What the fuck we've done

We headed straight
On Highway fifty-eight
To Barstow
Only halfway across the desert
Before they know

When it's done
And we ride into the sun
They'll know exactly
What the fuck we've done

This is the farthest
West we've come
By now they know just
What went on
And I saw
And I saw
What the fuck we're on

Yeah, yeah, yeah
We've marked our fuckin' ground
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We own your ghost town

Yeah, yeah, yeah
We've marked our fuckin' ground
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We own this ghost town

I've got a secret
And this is a callout
And it's in the water
And it's in the air

I've got a secret
And this is a callout
And it's in the water
And it's in the air