Ghost Town (Centralia) Testo

I live in a ghost townbut they leave me be
I lock up at night
and sleep with the key
I cut all the grass
and plow all the snow
hang the Christmas lights
over the fire down below
in this ghost town
I live in a ghost town
in the house I was born
some look at my door
and see the eye of the storm
but the floor boards are strong
and my roof keeps me dry
just me and the squatters
who money can't pry
from a ghost town
I live in a ghost town
out on PA 61
where the flowers still bloom
and the rays from the sun
are the same ones that warm you
and point your way home
and beat down on the marble
that will grace your headstone
it's a ghost town
I am the town fathers
ain't no blight 'round here
just the arrogance of progress
and the poison of fear
I'm judge and I'm jury
tax collector and cop
fireman and mayor
I'll work 'till I drop
in this ghost town
I live in a ghost town
I'll die in one too
the spirits mean no harm
they're just passing through
but stay longer than most
tell me what's wrong with that?
this place gets in your veins
and lays you down flat
it's a ghost town
I live in a ghost town
self conscious no more
ignore the wall tapping
and the creaks of my floor
and the shadows that linger
when I play the good host
at least we've got each other
and that's more than most
in this ghost town
I am the town fathers
ain't no blight 'round here
just the arrogance of progress
and the poison of fear
I'm judge and I'm jury
tax collector and cop
fireman and mayor
I'll work 'till I drop
in this ghost town
I live in a ghost town
but they leave me be
I lock up at night
and sleep with the key
I cut all the grass
and plow all the snow
hang the Christmas lights
over the fire down below
in this ghost town