The Loneliest Ghost in Town

If I ran a game store I would play the song The Loneliest Ghost in Town by Southern Culture on the Skids.

We don't all get to choose where we'll be when our life ends. The thing is if you move on to the spirit realm then it's not so much of a matter for you, but if your soul is trapped wandering across the mortal realm, well, then you hope to be someplace nice. There are tales of some pretty boring haunted places, like canyon passes and ghost ships. If you're the living and you get spooked by an out of the way ghost you scream and run away, but if you're the ghost in this scenario then you're in for an afterlife of boredom. The Loneliest Ghost in Town is a foot-stomping, rockabilly song with a title that sums up its subject matter quite well.

The Loneliest Ghost in Town was released on the 2013 album, Mondo Zombie Boogaloo. MZB is a Halloween-themed album, with songs by Southern Culture on the Skids, The Fleshtones, and Los Straitjackets. It released in in October 2013 to accompany the three bands on a joint tour. In my opinion, there are two other standout tracks on the album: It's Monster Surfing Time and Que Monstruos Son, both by Los Straitjackets. It's Monster Surfing Time is a surf music song with a playful, ominous vibe to it. Que Monstruos Son is a Spanish-language version of The Monster Mash and it features members from The Fleshtones and Southern Culture on the Skids. If I ran a game store I would also play the song It's Monster Surfing Time. for the general vibe it brings.

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The Loneliest Ghost in Town lyrics

I'm the loneliest ghost in town
The loneliest ghost around
Haunting a house nobody wants

I hover over empty beds
Run around without my head
But there's no one around to share the scare

And the violent nature of my demise
Has made all buyers run and hide
And here I sit confined to the scene of the crime

So I cast my shadows on the walls
An ectoplasmic free for all
But no one is here to watch my show

I'm the loneliest ghost in town
The loneliest ghost around
Haunting a house nobody wants

If I was rich and famous
Folks might pay to hear me moan
But I died poor and crazy, just a lonesome bag of bones

Oh, destiny has cast its spell
I haunt a house no one can sell
And there's no bank that'll give a ghost a loan

I'm the loneliest ghost in town
The loneliest ghost around
Haunting a house nobody wants

The loneliest ghost in town
The loneliest ghost around
The loneliest ghost in town
The loneliest ghost around