Desert Tales: The Ghost City In The Middle Of Nowhere

In the barren lands, trouble comes from afar.
The bandits gather here, make it clear,
that where you stand is firm and steady.

Open bars from eye to eye,
welcome to brawls, so prepare to fight.
Put up your fists in front of you,
and head into a terrible fright.
All things have shadows, and all shadows are dark.
This town is the shadow of shadows,
and the darkest or darks.

Welcome, to the city,
in the middle of nowhere.
Filled with ghosts and lost souls.
There is no law, of this land,
so sin and hurt all alike.
You run from your problems,
avoided every one of your fears;
and welcome, all you fools,
to the city in the Middle of Nowhere.

When times are tough, and faith is lost,
come to the desert, in heat of loss cause.
Responsibility plagues your soul?
Then forget yourself; lose control.
The glamor and grace, held so sigh in pride.
Remove that doubt, despair, guilt inside.

I will admit this place is not perfect.
The lights and sounds will draw you back,
But what's unperfection without defect?

When times are tough, and faith is lost,
come to the desert, in heat of loss cause.
Responsibility plagues your soul?
Then forget yourself; lose control.
The glamor and grace, held so sigh in pride.
Remove that doubt, despair, guilt inside.

Six shooters at your hip,
pens and guns ready to draw,
Fellas! Drink to our downfall!

When times are tough, and faith is lost,
come to the desert, in heat of loss cause.
Responsibility plagues your soul?
Then forget yourself; lose control.
The glamor and grace, held so sigh in pride.
Remove that doubt, despair, guilt inside.