Here Come the Ghost

Never have I ever done anyone wrong,
Lying in color is the key to be strong,
Looking at the flames on a path less trod,
Standing on the rail track waiting for God.
Here come the ghost.

Mailman riding on a pale white horse,
Flyers and junk-mail, par for the course,
Finger tips slipping off nothing at all,
Edge of the ledge now, ready to fall.
Here come the ghost.

Here come the ghost, boy,
Feel your body,
Fall toward the ground,
Can you hear the sound,
Of the hook jaw?
Don't give up the ghost, boy,
Try to fight it,
Walk toward the light,
Through the fire fight,
Into hell's maw.

There's doorway open to another plane,
Shattered dimensions smelling the same,
A two-bit loser from a one-horse town,
Riding the 'coaster, all the way down.
Here come the ghost.

Lay your burden down onto the floor,
Lose yourself in the wind,
Best foot forward through another door,
The end is still to begin.

Here come the ghost, boy,
Feel your body,
Fall toward the ground,
Can you hear the sound,
Of the hook jaw?
Don't give up the ghost, boy,
Try to fight it,
Walk toward the light,
Through the fire fight,
Into hell's maw.

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Here come the Band!
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