Ghost Town - Cold Chisel

I’ve been forty days and forty nights

In television land

I’d kill myself with cigarettes

If I could find my hands

Livin' in a ghost town

Take this will and testament

And nail it to the wall

You know I spent my time here

Learning how to crawl

Livin' in a ghost town

And money don’t buy water round

The ghost town

I’ve never found a border round

The ghost town

Whoever sets the weather

Oughta keep it pretty calm

Keep it fine and mild

Cause like a cheap alarm

I’m fuckin' wound

There’s just a man on a bad street

Who cannot turn around

Or shout above the heat

Below the knees he’s

Buried in the ground

Waking up in Sydney babylon

Is what it’s all about

There’s only one way in here

And one way out