Ghost D

Three imaginary verses

A vague and fictitious chorus

Making subjects out of nothing

That you know are gonna bore us

Pulling fat flat aerial facts

Could be random lines from a movie

Everything baby everything

Everything is fuckin groovy

I got no use for a radio, a radio's no good to me…

And from somewhere behind the beer fog

Where the light can barely reach

Everything washes up bad tide or not

What does this have to do with the beach?

Was it real or was it Memorex

Can you believe it was just a word?

Was the tape the final answer

Or was that something that you just heard?

Wack in the arm principle right there…

I just created a semi something

Out of all the nothing laying there

I shook and shook until it took

And then shrugged like I didn’t care

I didn’t care and you know its true

didn’t give one single solitary fuck

its not about how you make your way

but how you make your luck

A man don’t look right without a tattoo…

I took a fucking great load of bullshit

Dropped a half truth here and there

Somethings need to be shouted out aloud

And others…need never…be shared

I twisted every rock they cling to

Everything they think that they hold dear

Ripped and stripped it all away

Until all that’s left is fear