Sleep rolls in the grave
oh how we stayed how you never
up and wake

But you hide in your cellars
Brewing thoughts to make you drunk and you wait

For your profits to come

Well for you well I hope they do.

So your seat's in the den
Darkness imbeds and you know

Only one thing is clear

Only ghosts will be
Only ghosts will be

Harvest this year

Hmm hmhm hmm
hmmmm hmm hmmh mhmmmmmmmmmmmm