Mad Max Was An Amateur Lyrics - Singles - Ghost

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 

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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