I see a man in a white car Move like a ghost on the skyline Take all your dreams And you throw them away Man in a white car
sunrise, the desert was his bed Now he could dance the barn dance Like nobody before him But no woman would take him 'Cause his eyes were rather strange In them
sitting right inside da pocket on my pants I'm still fly, you can't float Run this shit, Usain Bolt I write your favorite records, aah, you sing ghost
Ooh Ooh Are the enemy living the memory? Grandly gambling With our hand on the lifeline Ghost of coastlines You are hanging on time Every last breath
re a lost sailor You've been too long at sea Now the shorelines beckon Yeah, there's a price for being free Hear the sea birds cryin' and there's a ghost
the keychain And the all night girls they whisper of Escapades out on the "D" train We can hear the night watchman Click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them
audience Yeah, them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well And I know one thing, nobody can sing Them blues like blind Willie McTell See them
bells ring out C/E Hear the bells ring in F Let the bells ring out D Keep them ringing, ringing Can't predict
Sitting in my glass house While your ghost is sleeping down the hall Watching little birds fly Kamikaze missions into the walls Think I'm gonna stay in
his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them
falling down Love forever, love is free Let's turn forever you and me Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in? Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats Lining them
Obsessed With the shades of a ghost face They don't belong here We set them free Obsessed With the feeling you held I'll meet you down there Send us
? The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms I don't even consider them In the new millenium we killin them
you'll find all my friends They don't swim 'cause they're all dead We never are what we intend or invent 'Cause I made little lies, and then I pulled them
Tupperware Museum The Boll Weevil Monument and Cranberry World The Shuffleboard Hall Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme
long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation in To maybe cutting them