Lyrics Wildlands - Dan Bull
Ghosts
Ghosts
Ghosts
We
are
Passengers
We
are
Drivers
We
are
Travelers
We
are
Survivors
We
are
Hunters
We
are
Judges
Administer
Justice
Swift
Without
grudges
Don't
you
know
you've
seen
a
ghost
Cause
were
supposed
to
be
nobody
No
relief
Under
cover
canopies
we
go
beneath
Okeley
dokeley
Shipping
coca
leaf
overseas
Isn't
supposed
to
be
so
easy
So
were
blowing
the
boat
into
pieces
Jesus
A
landslides
just
enough
pebbles
To
ruffle
feathers
I
stand
by
as
the
dust
settles
A
gunmetal
nettle
in
a
meadow
full
of
buttercups
A
shark
fin
cutting
through
a
slew
of
rubber
ducks
Pull
up
in
a
grubby
truck
Covered
in
mud
and
muck
The
stuff
is
shut
up
in
a
wooden
hut
Motherfuck
it
up
A
sudden
rush
of
blood
A
warm
buzz,
a
blush
Rubbing
a
sore
bloody
raw
with
a
scrubbing
brush
Hush
Even
if
we
must
stand
here
for
hours
A
rush
and
a
push
And
the
land
that
we
stand
on
is
ours
The
Santa
Blanca
gangs
a
contraband
extravaganza
We
deliver
packets
to
the
planet
like
a
phantom
Santa
Stuffing
our
pockets
with
narcotics
You
can't
stop
it
Far
from
it
The
harder
you
try,
the
larger
is
our
profit
Our
wallets
are
swollen
up
from
the
hard
product
Bars
solid
This
is
real
crack
music
Harmonic
We
are
Passengers
We
are
Drivers
We
are
Travelers
We
are
Survivors
We
are
Hunters
We
are
Judges
Administer
Justice
Swift
Without
grudges
Freezing
or
blazing
all
seems
to
be
the
same
up
in
here
Were
all-terrain
warriors
razing
reigns
in
Bolivia
Heartfelt
alarm
bells
ring
heavier
than
bar
bells
Money
m-m-multiplying
like
a
fertilized
cell
Cartel
giving
a
hard
sell
to
clientele
No
"voulez-vous
de
la
cocaine
S'il
vous
plait,
madamoiselle?"
This
is
life
or
death,
we
do
not
require
a
locked
cell
No
one
else
is
qualified,
we're
dealing
with
it
ourselves
Dark
realms,
doubts
You
can't
help
the
cards
dealt
But
if
you've
a
large
mouth
You're
in
the
dog
house
I've
witnessed
horrors
upon
the
likes
of
which
I
shan't
dwell
But
hang
around
and
you
might
well
find
out
The
Wildlands
is
no
climate
for
a
mild
man
But
my
old
man
said
I
should
climb
up
as
high
as
I
can
You
better
be
nice
Every
time
When
we're
behind
Enemy
lines
‘Cause
otherwise
It'll
be
like
The
time
when
Kennedy
died
Sniping
time
Deadly
as
cyanide
Your
head
in
the
firing
line
Violent,
dynamite
your
mind
You're
dead
as
a
trilobite
And
by
the
by
I'm
flying
by
to
foil
your
vile
plans
So
try
your
hand,
I
am
the
trial
of
the
Wildlands
We
are
Passengers
We
are
Drivers
We
are
Travelers
We
are
Survivors
We
are
Hunters
We
are
Judges
Administer
Justice
Swift
Without
grudges
We
are
Passengers
We
are
Drivers
We
are
Travelers
We
are
Survivors
We
are
Hunters
We
are
Judges
Administer
Justice
Swift
Without
grudges
Ghosts
Ghosts
Ghosts
Ghosts
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