Ghost Town by Wackside

🎭 “DEAD TOWN TWO-STEP” — WACKSIDE

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🎤 VERSE 1 — (wack cowboy clown energy)

Dust in my boots an the sun hang low,
Dead town creak when I stroll real slow,
Paint still fresh wit the desert crack,
(Laugh bounce off every shack out back).

Spurs on my heels go clink clank clown,
Wind say names when I circle town,
Hat tilt crooked wit a blood-red band,
I tip it polite then I (wave at the sand).

Doors nailed shut but they whisper lies,
Saloon sign swing like it wink my eye,
I ain’t lost—nah, I meant ta come,
(Whole place quiet like it know what I done).

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🎤 HOOK — (anthemic, goofy-dark western bounce)

I two-step through where the dead still grin,
Smoke in my throat (an the ghosts lean in),
Grin real wide hear the floorboards shake,
Laugh so loud make the spirits wake.

I two-step through (this sunburnt fate),
Rust in my blood (an the past vibrate),
Step in my boots an ya soul might break,
Wackside ridin’—better tremble awake.

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🎤 VERSE 2 — (spirits respond, playful menace)

Hear boots follow but ain’t nobody there,
Hear giggles echo wit the desert air,
Shadow tip hats sayin’ (“welcome back”),
Guess this town remember how I act.

Piano play by itself real wrong,
Keys hit notes that ain’t in no song,
I clap once slow an the tune go wild,
(Whole bar laugh like a drunk dead crow).

Ya see a ghost reach for a drink an miss,
I pour one out just ta mock that (bitch),
Voice go high when I drawl my laugh,
Sound ricochet off a hundred pasts.

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🎤 HOOK — (repeat)

I two-step through (where the dead still grin),
Smoke in my throat (an the ghosts lean in),
Grin real wide (hear the floorboards shake),
Laugh so loud make the spirits wake.

I two-step through (this sunburnt fate),
Rust in my blood (an the past vibrate),
Step in my boots (an ya soul might break),
Wackside ridin’—better tremble awake.

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🎤 BRIDGE — (whisper → cartoon-wicked rasp)

I ain’t hauntin’ this place… (it haunt me back)
Every joke I tell? (hear it crack)
Every laugh I make? (ghosts clap)
Dead town love a maniac.

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🎤 FINAL VERSE — (showdown, silly + sinister)

Clock strike twelve but the hands go spin,
Every spirit line up wearin’ my (grin),
I bow real deep like a show just end,
Tip my hat ta my invisible friends.

Town start glow wit a hellish pride,
I moonwalk dust down the main drag (wide),
One last laugh as I fade out west,
(Leave bootprints burned in the ghost town chest).

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🎤 OUTRO — (raspy, playful menace)

Sun come up… town still dead.
Hear my laugh… stuck in ya head.
Ride through here… if ya dare—
Wackside still dancin’ in the desert air.

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🎭 “DEAD TOWN TWO-STEP” — WACKSIDE ⸻ 🎤 VERSE 1 — (wack cowboy clown energy) Dust in my boots an the sun hang low, Dead town creak when I stroll real slow, Paint still fresh wit the desert crack, (Laugh bounce off every shack out back). Spurs on my heels go clink clank clown, Wind say names when I circle town, Hat tilt crooked wit a blood-red band, I tip it polite then I (wave at the sand). Doors nailed shut but they whisper lies, Saloon sign swing like it wink my eye, I ain’t lost—nah, I meant ta come, (Whole place quiet like it know what I done). ⸻ 🎤 HOOK — (anthemic, goofy-dark western bounce) I two-step through where the dead still grin, Smoke in my throat (an the ghosts lean in), Grin real wide hear the floorboards shake, Laugh so loud make the spirits wake. I two-step through (this sunburnt fate), Rust in my blood (an the past vibrate), Step in my boots an ya soul might break, Wackside ridin’—better tremble awake. ⸻ 🎤 VERSE 2 — (spirits respond, playful menace) Hear boots follow but ain’t nobody there, Hear giggles echo wit the desert air, Shadow tip hats sayin’ (“welcome back”), Guess this town remember how I act. Piano play by itself real wrong, Keys hit notes that ain’t in no song, I clap once slow an the tune go wild, (Whole bar laugh like a drunk dead crow). Ya see a ghost reach for a drink an miss, I pour one out just ta mock that (bitch), Voice go high when I drawl my laugh, Sound ricochet off a hundred pasts. ⸻ 🎤 HOOK — (repeat) I two-step through (where the dead still grin), Smoke in my throat (an the ghosts lean in), Grin real wide (hear the floorboards shake), Laugh so loud make the spirits wake. I two-step through (this sunburnt fate), Rust in my blood (an the past vibrate), Step in my boots (an ya soul might break), Wackside ridin’—better tremble awake. ⸻ 🎤 BRIDGE — (whisper → cartoon-wicked rasp) I ain’t hauntin’ this place… (it haunt me back) Every joke I tell? (hear it crack) Every laugh I make? (ghosts clap) Dead town love a maniac. ⸻ 🎤 FINAL VERSE — (showdown, silly + sinister) Clock strike twelve but the hands go spin, Every spirit line up wearin’ my (grin), I bow real deep like a show just end, Tip my hat ta my invisible friends. Town start glow wit a hellish pride, I moonwalk dust down the main drag (wide), One last laugh as I fade out west, (Leave bootprints burned in the ghost town chest). ⸻ 🎤 OUTRO — (raspy, playful menace) Sun come up… town still dead. Hear my laugh… stuck in ya head. Ride through here… if ya dare— Wackside still dancin’ in the desert air.

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