Holy Ghost

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Rock, Art Rock
Holy Ghost
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Duration: 6:30
Lyrics
Drunk bones in the basement, rotten smells upon the floor A broken man slumped on a crate and staring down Lighting fires and snipping wires, praying to the ceiling Pulling up his stomach, gray and green and brown The upstairs neighbor asked him up, said he could stay a while Help with the chores, do the wash, sweep the stairway too He looked up every day, he looked down every night Swept the stairs and watched - what could you do, what could you do? Holy Ghost, the clouds are calling, calling you I overheard the Holy Ghost He said he might have been a spy Hanging out with bishops and nuns Eating gooseberry pie In cahoots with the guy in the cellar Or the man upstairs I heard a door creaking at night But I couldn't tell where Gangs are forming on the ground The Caves versus the Clouds One soul paces up and down Referee in a dirty, dirty town
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- Thinking Fellers Union Local 282