John Wesley Harding - Pop

Death of the Ghostwriter

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[Verse 1] The ghostwriter sits at home He's been paid for his trouble And he's laughing at the light That shines on fame Nothing can be shared He's no one's equal or double Money talks But no one ever says his name [Verse 2] She signs every book With a flourish of her pen And some red ink from a well He knew she stole Now she's on Kaleidoscope And someone says she's Milton She didn't even read the book Or so he's told (So he's told) [Chorus] He's riding on a ghost train to a ghost town A your-check-is-coming-in-the-post town Once you get in, you cannot turn around The ghostwriter's found [Verse 3] So he sits at home Where he writes his little novel About the wicked winning out Without remorse They find him half-alive In his half-house that's half a hovel His final words are "Tell her, we are now divorced, of course" [Verse 4] I said, hey you sad-sack hacks And all you back-room boys beware They'll buy you up Like diamonds, like fur Then they'll spit you out like coffee grounds That fell right through the filter They'll say, "The book could never have been written without her" [Chorus] She's riding on a ghost train to a ghost town It's of-our-lives-we-made-less-than-the-most town Once you get in, you cannot turn around She has found [Verse 5] The ghost of the ghostwriter's Noticed by no one It was his choice And he's paying for it now Deadlines and death taxes Are all that's waiting for us Wake up and sell the coffee Milk the profits, kill the cow It's coming on 2000, lads Anything's allowed (And how) [Chorus] We're riding on a ghost train to a ghost town Your-life-is-turning-into-toast town Once you get in, you cannot turn around I have found

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Writers: John Wesley Harding

Death of the Ghostwriter

Death of the Ghostwriter

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