Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost, artist - Clutch. Album song Blast Tyrant, in the genre Хард-рокDate of issue: 09.05.2011
Record label: Weathermaker
Song language: English
Ghost |
| The leather soles go shuffling in |
| Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin |
| Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost? |
| The wooden coffer hand to hand |
| Kind words are offered, silent prayers |
| But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast |
| The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve |
| The sons of Cain receive no reprieve |
| The creditor rides with his men |
| The death of debtors he won’t forgive |
| They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter’s field he lies |
| The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve |
| The sons of Cain receive no reprieve |
| Waiting for a dead man’s shoes |
| Have you heard the latest news? |
| Lazarus is back from the dead |
| Looking as one would expect |
| Dripping with the waters of Sheol |
| Babbling about body and soul |
| And Then he found his wife in their bed |
| Buck naked and already wed |
| The tax collector beneath his sheets |
| The door swings open. |
| Floorboards creak |
| Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost? |
| The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve |
| The sons of Cain receive no reprieve |