Lay and watch an evil man An evil man with evil plans My God, I am a gjost, by God I am a ghost But I am not one of those you are not one of those We're like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast We're like the past: So near or not even close Hid by binges and or dives or in the feathers of our wives My God, you are a ghost, by God you are a ghost But you are not one of those, no you're not one of those We're like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast We're like the past: So near or not even close Cruel and young, with borrowed lungs, by deviled tongues All we have is the grave, jolily and the folks and we'll have the past so near Or not even close
