Ghostown - Spektah Gadjo

Living the life of a hermit
Born to be a bastard
Sailing through the orbits
Ripped to shreds and torn bits
The odour from his armpits
Cover you in vomit
Calling Doctor Carpets
Came out of the bar plastered
Quick to get his arse kicked
Eggs fell out of his basket
Doctors getting alarmist
You shouldnt have got him started
His brain was retarded
When his company parted
Kept his secrets guarded
Left him broken hearted
Living the life of a hermit
Born to be a bastard...


You know cos hes a
Ghost – spektah – stranger – gadjo


Its the Gadjo, running through the streets as a stranger in a
tangle, stop dark looks from the coppers cant
Handle, pressure from the others and the brothers, just
Mangles, and strangles
Its the stray cat, running from the dogs in the alleys quiet
Laid back, really quiet right and polite, but they
Say that, he's never getting out from the trap, but he
Prays that, he’s gonna make that,
Feeling tipsy, drank 8 pints in the bar,
Quiet Risky, stoned on his own with a bone and a whisky,
Now he cant walk , when he talks its lispy, vision misty
Now the barman's barring his road, got the car to go
and hes ready to roll, got the pigs in toe,
and he thinks he knows, no friends just foes,
no highs just lows, go go gadjo