Thick heads oh you don’t believe Until the spirit has crept in between your sheets Oh what it is Oh what it is
That’s just a draft and you imagined a laugh Discredit the gasp for he’s been pullin’ the schnapps Oh what it is Oh what it is
From the patriarch to the man in the book Insane to the saints they have all been shook Oh what it is Oh what it is
Things aren’t always what they seem Demons or ghosts or a rumpot’s dream Sleep deprived or hypnotized Easy to throw aside until it’s in your eyes
I am a man of no specific faith I have no knowledge of beyond the grave But I can’t deny The dead don’t always die I have seen a ghost and it was no mistake It was as clear as all the drinks I’ve drank But I swear I was dry The dead don’t always die
I was no believer in the tales of fear To think that Lucifer was always here That may be a lie The dead don’t always die Life is a blessin’ ‘til you meet your death Make good with your living breath Make good with life You may never die Eternal lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
