I can see the writing on the wall when the axe is gonna fall, oh no,
And, oh, how the ages come and go; is there nothing time has shown?
I gotta know.
This world's on fire with one desire.
Lord knows there's a showdown coming around,
Running for cover when the trumpets all sound,
Yeah, a ghost town is what'll be found,
We'd better slow down.
Well, I think it's a crying shame when there's no one left to blame, shame, shame,
And, oh, how the accusations fly,
It's a question of our lives, of our lives.
This world is on fire, one desire.
Showdown is coming around,
Running for cover when the trumpets all sound,
Yeah, a ghost town is what'll be found,
Searching for ways to blame it on another,
Showdown's making its round, like a thief in the night,
Where will you be found?
Ghost town died with a sound,
We better slow down.
Showdown,
Ghost town,
Showdown,
Ghost town.
It's gonna be a showdown is coming around,
Running for cover when the trumpets all sound,
Yeah, a ghost town is what'll be found,
Searching for ways to blame it on another,
Showdown is making its round, like a thief in the night,
Where will you be found?
Ghost town died with a sound,
We'd better slow down.
