Lyrics

Ghosts of good intention are blowing around Stirring up the litter on the underground I meant to write a letter, I meant to help you out But I got a way late, payday, by now Ghosts of good intention are walking through the world I gave 10 pence to a 12-year old in the amusement home And the streetlamps all have busted Upside dead and rusted I wasn't quite together and I Wasn't to be trusted [?] shamans All came out about Holding [?] Shouldn't be allowed Ghosts of good intention, take you on a dark train ride Always derailing in thе tunnel, always pop inside All those wеak-willed phantoms were never quite alive All the houses left for sale, all the tenants got inside