you've got a ghost behind you
you think it's your friend
she whimpers into your ear, now
she whispers a feeling so bad
come with me, she asks you
as you take your daily bread
there isn't enough wine for this
to win over the dead
you follow her around the house
like a little dormouse
speaking to the queen herself
that ghost is a guillotine
playing hide and seek in the country
letting you know when time begins
she's been scaring about half the county
to find a home for her friend
she glazes over the future
she tip toes in your head
don't forget about her just yet, friend
this hallucination has come to an end
when you figure there's nothing else left to do
you wonder if she's nearby
this ghost can handle mischief
stay up tonight and pray for the kind
consecrate whatever you own, now
believe because it's real
this ghost can stay for hours
you can't even make a deal
bread
bed
dead
the ghost in your head
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