"Ghost Town" lyrics
"Ghost Town"
(originally by The Specials)
This town is coming like a ghost town
All the clubs are being closed down
This place is coming like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
(Too much fighting on the dance floor)
This town is coming like a ghost town
(Why must the youth fight against themselves?
Government leaving the youth on the shelf)
This place is coming like a ghost town
No job to be found in this country
Can't go on no more
(The people getting angry)
Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played
Like in the boomtown
Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played
Like in the boomtown
Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played
Like in the boomtown
Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played
Like in the boomtown
Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played
Like in the boomtown
Do you remember the good old days
Before the ghost town?
We danced and sang as the music played
Like in the boomtown
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