Lyrics Ghosts - Holly Cole

Ghosts

If God turned up today could anybody
Think of anything clever to say?
I taught 'em but they’re in their
Own idea of hell
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
Get rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind
Newton, slipping something slyly into the drink says, «Satan my boy
I’m starting to think that there’s better ways of making a mint coz my blood
turns blue and my head is shrinking»
Einstein howling senseless trapped
Down in the hole
He' all jumped up, turned to dust coz he got nailed down some time ago
Now his thoughts are for nothing and its
Starting to show now
Don’t you feel this sometimes?
If God turned up today could anybody
Think of anything clever to say?
I taught 'em but they’re in their
Own idea of hell
So come on everybody gotta help me unwind
Get rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind
Coz my memory
Yeah it tells me
That I am not what I used to be