Brett Shady, Angels, Ghosts, and Demons

Black and Walls and Crooked

Dulles, smudded streets, ghosts of the old days,

This was our town we build with our hands

He's a stranger, she's the one he wants

She tries to sleep inside the Rumi-Ols.

Lights are flickering, a raging midnight.

He's walking streets inside an endless fog,

searching hard for any tracks of those who've chosen wrong

Inside the sound of drunken laughter

Boots was flowing three cheers from me and you

A toast all of us and everything that we do

Our yellow light surrounded by a deep dark sky

But later in the night through the corner of my eyes

Our shadows moving by

I rumbling outside

Keep the music going

Man, we got each other

We'll be fine

Ooh

Ooh Ooh Woo

Woo

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