Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad Max Was an Amateur, artist - The Ghost. Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Song language: English
Mad Max Was an Amateur |
| 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 |