The Ghost - Mad Max Was An Amateur lyrics

Raise up the anchors and seal up the cracks Self hate and microphones, we'll re-trace the maps A beat up guitar and an amp I got for free I compile blurred still frames from the blacktop seas Weary bodies can't rest We keep on moving With a ringing in my ears and dust in my blood With an empty wallet and a hungry soul I don't have much to show, but I've got some stories to tell College towns and apartment floors We repeat nocturnally and leave out the backdoor We fight like brothers and party like thieves Excess and irony, alcohol and trees Weary bodies can't rest We keep on moving With a ringing in my ears and dust my blood With an empty wallet and a hungry soul I don't have much to show, but I've got some stories to tell