graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day
their graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One
to blame you, but its not true. and now i hear the walls and the floorboards singing sad songs, these songs are about me, and these are my songs, and
that you learned to love It will defeat you and then teach you to get back up Cause you don?t Always Have to hold your head Higher than your heart You
my way. No, not today. Who called, and what the hell did they say? Get off the telephone right now. Don't throw another minute away because there are ghosts. And
: Girl and boy Everythin' in full swing Heads or tails Doesn't make a difference Beneath the glamour There was always gonna be Amateur dramatics
my sense of control. The weather's kind of shitty so we'll head to the coast and drive till this engine breaks down. A thousand miles on the heels of a ghost
freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions
strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout
fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me I won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual
heart Now's the time to turn away From the ghost of yesterday When the spirit of love comes to you Let it into your heart I'll be the one to shelter you
off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And
soon You left me standing in the doorway crying Under the midnight moon Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't But not tonight and it won't be here
us no reward when her false idols fall And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
ball and chain. My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most. The Spanish moon is rising on the hill But my heart
