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Anzac Avenue Ghosts (The Paco Anthem - Remastered) by Dustin

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Anzac Avenue Ghosts (The Paco Anthem - Remastered)

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They call this the Sunshine State. Haven't seen the sun in years, just the glare.
Off the rust out here, you ain't a man... you're a story... and most stories... don't get a
happy ending. Another sunrise, same old code of grime. Just countin' empty moments, tryin'
to kill the time, wipe the sleepin' dust away. Another day to go, put the white paint on
my face, so the man don't show. Cause the man is weak, the man is full of holes, the man
is haunted by a pair of tiny souls. But the clown... the clown is somethin' they respect,
the brutal silent horror with a boot up on your neck. This strike's my throne, this bat's
my bloody crown, the king of nothin' in a busted, broken town. I see the hunger in their
eyes, the calculus of need, and I plant the seeds of terror cause I gotta feed the creed.
The only thing that's real is what you take and what you keep, while the ghosts of who
you used to be are screamin' in your sleep. They call me the Thunder Clown, a joke without
a smile, just a nightmare on three wheels goin' the extra mile. But under the grease
paint and the psycho stare is just a man lookin' for a ghost who isn't there. Yeah, a man lookin'
for a ghost who isn't there. We roll five deep, a busted, fragile crew, a scholar and
a tech and a conscience pushin' through. And the kid, the one with fire in her hair, sometimes
I look at her and see a ghost standin' there. See a memory of a smaller hand in mine, a
half-forgotten lullaby from a better time, and the monster in my chest that's screamin'
for a fight goes quiet for a second in the dyin' of the light pro. Tech to pack, that's
the only rule I know, a broken shepherd watchin' overseas that shouldn't grow. It's the only
shred of somethin' that I haven't yet destroyed, a single flickerin' signal in a universe of
void. So I stand between them and the red eyes and the black, it's the only road I got
and there ain't no turnin' back. They call me the Thunder Clown, a joke without a smile,
just a nightmare on three wheels goin' the extra mile. But under the grease paint and
the psycho stare is just a man lookin' for a ghost who isn't there. Yeah, a man lookin'
for a ghost who isn't there. Anzac Avenue, number 1504, I just need to know if you waited
by the door, just a note, a word, a single stupid sign to tell me that this whole damn
thing wasn't just in my mind. Did you get scared? Did you think I'd let you down? Please
just be a message in this broken, silent town. Please.
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