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Anzac Avenue Ghosts (The Paco Anthem) by Dustin

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Anzac Avenue Ghosts (The Paco Anthem) by Dustin - Australian Narrative Hip-Hop / Horrorcore music cover art

Anzac Avenue Ghosts (The Paco Anthem)

Australian Narrative Hip-Hop / Horrorcore

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The cold is the sunshine′s state. Haven′t seen the sun in years, just a glare. Off the
rust and broken glass. Out here, you′re not a man, you′re a story. And most stories
don′t get no happy endings.
Another dawn cracks, same grime on my skin, counting empty breath, trying to make time thin,
brush the dust off my eyes, swallow the pain, paint the clown′s face on, so the man stays
slain, cause the man′s fragile, riddled with scars, haunted by shadows, behind prison bars.
But the clown, they fear what he commands, silent horror stomping, boots crushing lands.
This tribe′s my throne, this bat my jagged crown, king of nothing but pain in this busted town.
I see hunger flicker in their shattered eyes, plant seeds of dread where the lost hope dies.
What′s real is what you steal, what you clutch and keep, while ghosts of old selves scream loud in sleep.
They call me the thunderclown, no small, just a fight, a nightmare on three wheels, burning through the night.
But beneath the grease, pain and psychos cold stare, I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there.
Yeah, just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there.
Five deep we roll, fragile but tight, a scholar, a techie, conscience sparking light.
And the kid fire blazing in her tangled hair, sometimes I swear I see ghosts standing there.
A memory of a smaller hand in mine, a lullaby half remembered from better times.
That beast inside me, roaring to fight, hushes for a moment in the fading light.
Protect a pack, that′s the only creed I know, a broken shepherd guarding seeds that grow.
It′s the last piece of me, I won′t let rot, a flicker in the void, a fragile spot.
I stand between them and those red-eyed fiends, only road left, no turning, no means.
They call me the thunder clown, no smile, just a fight, a nightmare on three wheels,
burning through the night. But beneath the grease, pain and psychos cold stare,
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there.
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there.
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there,
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there,
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there,
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there,
I′m just a man chasing ghosts that ain′t there,
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