reach into this old and nasty basket
pick out what delights your hands the most
come into the chapel and pick out a casket
may it delight your inner ghost
you cautiously pick out a crumpled twenty
it will get you through for the day
cigarettes are many and liquor is plenty
may your lonesome soul decay
your hair is getting a tad bit too long
stains on your hand will no longer wash away
sit back and wonder when it all went wrong
the usual thoughts of disarray
the leaves turn red and they are falling
the time slips away and it is coming
for the final time, leave your belongings behind
break from the world that has you confined
get acquainted with your inner ghost
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