Like A Ghost

Everyday's an overdose, you aim for love, you don't come close
There's unknown life beneath your skin
(Between the the earth & sea & sky
The prettiest place on earth to die)

  	While you make up your mind
 	While you make up your mind...
	Like a ghost in an aimless night
	Like a ghost in and out of sight
	Like a ghost, you are shadow
	Looking for the coolest way to go...

And then you say there's no more fun
So you shoot those drugs & shoot that gun
Shotgun poet you take your life
(On a beach, sun on the sand
The sea ignores the ways of man)

"Long ago on a cold sunday,
My best friend got blown away
He didn't want it, but still he's gone..."
(Oh! shotgun poet this songs for you
You wished so hard, it all came true)



940829
(There are some people who maintain that suicide is a viable alternative,
and will kill themselves to prove it...)
For the very foolish Kurt.

Words: Herbie Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission