Paroles de Ghost Song
Maybe when I'm dead in the ground, I'll rise and make a ghost,For the liars, forest fires, those who led me to my grave.
Would it be fun to be an atom bomb, and then to blow your ass to the sea?
I mean is it wrong when I said all along, it's just how we teach by example,
Don't we?
For what you taught me a cup of coffee, we'll sit and speak of death,
And if per chance, you shit your pants, I'll haunt you to your dying breath,
But if by fate, a second date, we take the show on the road,
We'll teach fear to those actions bear the weight of those who died too soon,
To know unrest.
And if per chance, you shit your pants, I'll haunt you to your dying breath,
But if by fate, a second date, we take the show on the road,
We'll teach fear to those actions bear the weight of those who died too soon,
To know unrest.
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