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Ghost

歌曲	Ghost
歌手	Clutch
专辑	Blast Tyrant

歌词

	The leather soles go shufflin' in
	Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin
	Now who will toast our noble host
	Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?
	The wooden coffer hand to hand
	Kind words are offered, silent prayers
	But she is satisfied the most
	While stabbing madly at the roast
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain receive no reprieve
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain receive no reprieve
	The creditor rides with his men
	The death of debtors, he won't forgive
	They repossess his silver eyes
	Now in the potter's field, he lies
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain receive no reprieve
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain receive no reprieve
	Waitin' for a dead man's shoes
	Have you heard the latest news?
	Lazarus is back from the dead
	Lookin' as one would expect
	Drippin' with the waters of
	SheolBabblin' about body and soul
	And then he found his wife in their bed
	Buck, naked and already wed
	The tax collector beneath his sheets
	The door swings open, floorboards creak
	Now who will toast our noble host
	Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain receive no reprieve
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain receive no reprieve
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain will receive no reprieve
	The rib of
	Adam, the eyes of
	EveThe sons of
	Cain will receive, will receive