There is a ghost in my house He’s not the friendly sort He’ll eat you away from the inside Spitting out your bones
There is a ghost in my house He’s banging on my wall Standing on my floor Knocking on my door
There is a ghost in my house I saw him without our Marie Friends come to play him at cricket, bats For he had done them wrong Oh what have I done
There’s a ghost, inside the ghost He’s not the friendly sort Eating away from the inside Spitting out bad blood
My body is so full of badness I’m falling apart at the knees They’re closing the hospital down Now everyone’s gone, everyone’s gone Now everyone’s gone, everyone’s gone Now everyone’s gone To the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
