Never saw a tumbleweed until todaynif they could smoke the stuff then they'd make it paynbut there's no more reason to come to townnunless you enjoy watching things fall downnIt's a ghost townnIt's a ghost townnand when the wind rips throughnit always blowing at younIt's a ghost townnnSo I signed my name for Uncle Samnhe promised me the world and to build a mannAnd I have to say he kept his wordnwent to Baghdad and had my childhood blurredncame back to a Ghost townncame back to a Ghost townndid my time and got off the planenand this place still looked the samenIt's a ghost townnnagainst the suicide bombers and the IEDsnwe got whores and needles and gangs and thievesnhopeless apparitions sleep where they laynwe got a war for you down here everydaynIt's a ghost townnIt's a ghost townnnCall Rumsfeld at the Pentagonnalert Bush and Cheney about this going onnyou want nation building I'll tell you sonnto folks down here DC has cut and runnthey left a ghost townnthey left a ghost townnbars on windows still wholentechnicalities and parolenIt's a ghost townnIt's a ghost townnnagainst the suicide bombers and the IEDsnwe got whores and needles and gangs and thievesnhopeless apparitions sleep where they laynwe got a war for you down here everydaynnIt's a ghost townnIt's a ghost townnand when the wind rips throughnit always blowing at younIt's a ghost townnIt's a ghost town