|
I'm a ghost and I wanted you to know |
|
That it's taking all my strength to make this toast |
|
I'm a ghost and I want you to come close |
|
'Cause I don't want you to miss me and misquote |
|
I'm a ghost, I'm no one of any note |
|
Sure your mind was made up long before I spoke |
|
But I'm a ghost, one of an unholy host |
|
Made invisible and mute but with sore throats |
|
Look, you can't make sound from six feet underground |
|
Now you'll say you disagree, keep my statistic around |
|
But if it looks like a dog and it smells like a dog |
|
Well then it probably is, so let's just give it a walk |
|
I'm a ghost, so it don't matter what I know |
|
And you won't mind if I don't speak comme il faut |
|
But you've been caught in flagrante delicto |
|
And the ghosts are lining up outside your door |
|
Look, you can't make sound from six feet underground |
|
Now you'll say you disagree, but come on, look what we've found |
|
If I can talk 'til I'm dead and still not get in your head |
|
Well then it's probably true, so let's put this idea to bed |
|
Why did you not talk to me? |
|
You said you would talk to me |
|
You could always talk to me back then |
|
There's no more tale to recount and no more truth to renounce |
|
And no more finding me here, if e'er you do come around |
|
See they have lowered me down, put me back deep underground |
|
I'm on my side in the earth where's no rebirth |
|
Why did you not come to me? |
|
You said you would come to me |
|
You could always come to me back then |
|
Why did you not talk to me? |
|
You said you would talk to me |
|
You can never talk to me again |