Boomtown - Ozma

Blue moon over your head

And you look so tired

Old town left for dead

Did they take your gold and leave you empty?

Boomtown, already dead

Old love still in your bed

And you feel so lonely

Well, tell me what’s in your head?

Can I pick the bones clean and leave them buried?

Boomtown, rise from the dead

And let your ghost free

Break down, rusty nails

And let me go

Boomtown, rise from the dead

And let your ghost free

Break down, rusty nails

And let me go