Everybody has a ghost Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do Yours is not like mine, it’s alright, keep it up Boy loses rib in New Orleans He can’t help eyein’ up the whores Under the bridge Boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark Where did I go wrong?
My brother kicked his feet to sleep My brother kicked his feet to sleep My brother kicked his feet to sleep and I sang the dirge song My brother never missed a beat My brother kicked his feet to sleep My brother kicked his feet to sleep and I sang the dirge song My brother
People should not be afraid We came to the earth to graze No shortcuts to the face, this means you A child gives you his shoes People should not be afraid We came to the earth to graze If it slithers into the haze It can’t be true A child gives you his shoes In
Everybody’s here Puke stinks like beer This could be a city This could be a graveyard You stole my idea You stole my idea Everybody’s anxious For the coming of the crisis The collapse of the justice I can smell your armpits You stole my idea You stole my idea You stole my idea This
Looks like america’s dropped her load She was ready to explode I could not see her from up here Cuz she was lyin’ in the road My head’s in the ground I can’t make a sound My head’s in the ground Looks like america’s dropped her load She tried to call me on the telephone
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