What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain and in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar and my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer my eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer an hour to sing for his soul
Because my family don't seem so familiar and my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
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