Lay and watch an evil man   An evil man with evil plans   My god, I am a gjost, by god I am a ghost   But I am not one of those you are not one of those   We're like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods   We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast   We're like the past: so near or not even close   Hid by binges and or dives or in the feathers of our wives   My god, you are a ghost, by god you are a ghost   But you are not one of those, no you're not one of those    We're like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods   We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast   We're like the past: so near or not even close   Cruel and young, with borrowed lungs, by deviled tongues    All we have is the grave, jolily and the folks and we'll have the past so near   or not even close.