Scott Harris - Ghost Town lyrics

This city's a ghost town I live in a ghost town [Outasight]: Say goodbye to your friends The lost love that never had a chance Where the music's too slow and the light's too low But damn, you still wanna dance Got all the answers but don't raise your hand Asking for a little break but nothing wants to bend And who needs real when you can just pretend It's all okay, maybe in the end Heading up I'm trying to make a little sense Want you to play the game while I'm riding on the bench Getting worries you're the only one convinced That it all comes easy it'll all be a sinch Some how some way I'm screwed without a wrench I'ma twist and turn ‘til I'm out the hole again Drift away like I'm blowing in the wind My regards I'll send Where'd all the real people go? Everybody chasing their money, money If you don't sell your soul The people gonna look at you funny, funny This city's a ghost town I live in a ghost town This city's a ghost town I live in a ghost town [Loggy]: I can't shake the feeling of another defeat But I can't hate the feeling of ‘em tugging my sleeve This whole town's a ghost town—nothing's for free This old road I go down's nothing to me This crowd is so loud, I know they're so down Cuz we do it for the kingdom and not the crown Rock out, rock out, it's what makes me believe A generation's out there chasing its dreams They look to me, cuz nowadays I'm in it Coming up a little smart they'd say I'm different Now I play the part for some peaceful livin' But I'm always on the road, so they say I'm trippin' Back on the map its all gotta happen Involved in the Jacksons Never put cash over rappin', it fragments the pa**ion Then its lights, camera, sell out, you might get some action [Hook] [Kinetics]: I feel like I been mopin' around in a ghost town Awoke alone in a motel and I'm grossed out Cause no one's around, so I'm screamin' with a soar throat Sendin' out an S.O.S. in Morse code Cause I don't understand where the love and support goes Lord knows, if you don't have a dollar, the doors close I'm bored of award shows and horrible wardrobes I'd rather pour a 40 than order a Bordeaux But yo, that's just me, I ain't charmin' at all I go to Carnegie Hall, fall, and barf on the wall Cause I'd rather be a mess with half of my mind gone Than act like I'm James Bond and have a disguise on Cause son, when it's all done, you become who you pretend to be All that means to me is that eventually The person that you used to be is no longer remembered And the person that you have become now is nothing but a pretender, whatever [Hook]