well I grew up in a ghost town
along the lake Michigan shoreline
I grew up in a ghost town
that nearly drove me out of my mind
I called it nothingtown cause there's never nothing going down
I called it nothingtown as I burned that city to the ground
my childhood home was in a ghost town
my childhood home was here in nothingtown
here in nothingtown
alcoholics and religious nuts
both loved me both hated my guts
now I walk these dusty burned out streets
screaming out my lungs "does anyone know me"
now my boots they hit the ground here in this ghost town
when my boots they hit the ground they made a high and lonesome sound
my childhood home was in a ghost town
my childhood home was here in nothingtown
here in nothingtown
on a windy day on an empty street
the corner of Jefferson and 17th
the local sheriff shot me down
I fell to my knees then face first on the ground
a pool of blood is where I drown
my soul never left this ghost town
I still haunt the streets
here in nothingtown
here in nothingtown
here in nothingtown