GHOSTOWNE

Lyrics

The Bad Moon’s Creepin’ Up And It’s Hangin’ O’er My Head Another Wasted Sunset And The Angels Have Gone To Bed But I’m Not Worry Bout Nothin’ Gonna Sit Back And Wait Ain’t Nothin In This World That Can’t Be Made To Look Good Or Feel Great With Duct Tape And Tequila Shinny Silver And Gold Now The Doctors Gone & Diagnosed Me And I Don’t Know What’s In Store The Devils Come Round The Bend And’s Knockin’ At My Back Door Grab Myself A Shot Glass And A Brand New Bottle Of Jose Tell That Devil He’s A Son Of A Bitch And Invite Him In To Play With Duct Tape And Tequila Shinny Silver And Gold Duct Tape And Tequila Can Fix Anything In The World That I Know Drunk Mosquitoes BMI © 2004