Ghosts

歌詞

At night there's ghosts that slip round the screen, they're much too smart to think of the times when we swung from the trees - you, me and my friends, the road so far below Don't you feel this sometimes? If God turned up today could anybody Think of anything clever to say? I taught 'em but they're in their Own idea of hell So come on everybody gotta help me unwind Get rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind Newton, slipping something slyly into the drink says, "Satan my boy, I'm starting to think that there's better ways of making a mint coz my blood turns blue and my head is shrinking" Einstein howling senseless trapped Down in the hole He' all jumped up, turned to dust coz he got nailed down some time ago Now his thoughts are for nothing and its Starting to show now Don't you feel this sometimes? If God turned up today could anybody Think of anything clever to say? I taught 'em but they're in their Own idea of hell So come on everybody gotta help me unwind Get rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind Coz my memory Yeah it tells me That I am not what I used to be