John Cale

John Cale - Ghost Story lyrics

It was seven o'clock in the morning

Too late to handle the day

At home it was only two thirty

The skin on my wrists turning grey

Stood up, wished us good luck

He changed his attitudes twice

The box in the corner shivered in fear

He was tired and hungry for days.

The next year she bought a new stomach

From Liverpool made in Detroit

Constantly passing old matches

Some sentries and millionaires

Who did? Gallagher did

The same old thing every time

Gave up, more empty cups

They were tired and hungry for nights.

It made life a littl e easier

To have Holland on the run

It didn't take that long to forget her

My old man and his gun

Rushed out, lions about

Wasting away on advice

A hundred and three, 400 or more

It'll haunt you for the rest of your life

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