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Funeral For A Friend Ghosts

the ghosts Again, again, again, again Lay down and sleep with all the ghosts Again, again, again, again Lay down and sleep with all the ghosts Again

: Congratulations it's a boy Buried underneath the afterbirth of joy Sticks and stones will always break His bones can barely take the weight Of your

Congratulations it's a boy Buried underneath the afterbirth of joy Sticks and stones will always break His bones can barely take the weight Of your breath

train. well he was an ugly guy. with an ugly face. So ran in the human race. and even God got sad just looking at him. and at his funeral all his friends

edge of the sand And you watch it fly A wind blown trash bag does a road side ghost dance In the vast Mojave sky Like a living spirit just for one full

from your money People praying to your ghost There's nothing good in dying honey Though life is just a stupid gag All saints day is waiting for

I see them for what they are now 'cause I'm a different person (I'm a different person) I'm a different person (I'm a different person, I'm a different

put it together It's simple ain't it? Well, quite clever *singing* Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin, ugh Tupac, Biggie

a skirt and see where pimpin' can get Don't be a customer getting buck for all your cheddar Once a John twice a trick should of known better, it ain't no love [Cell Block:] For