The colour's drained away, all the streets are bleeding perfumes   And in the checkout lines a couple jilted teary bridegrooms   The lips all stretch and dance about   And talk of days and months spent lying about   I tried to walk to your place but my bones skipped out   Yeah, this is a ghost town      Every friday night another place 'round here goes up for sale   And the place where lovers met was quarantined after the fallout scare   We wave from cars like presidents   And the weeds crowed out the monuments   I can't wait until your letter's sent   Yeah, this is a ghost town      Maybe the ground opened up   And swallowed everyone up   It's just you and me so comfortably      The news out on the wire's of a cruise ship lost out at sea   The security guard slept as a bull ran through the gallery   Some take up residence in funeral homes   Some hang thier fuzzy dice in the catacombs   Alexander Graham Bell's crying on the telephone   Yeah, this is a ghost town