David Keenan, Gavin Glass, Gareth Quinn Redmond,, Graham Hopkins, Harry Hoban - Unholy Ghosts lyrics
[David Keenan, Gavin Glass, Gareth Quinn Redmond,, Graham Hopkins, Harry Hoban - Unholy Ghosts lyrics]
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God
Sat in hyperactive London’s
Cold Central Station
The city began sleeping like a dog
Then a tramp with one eye placed
His hand on my thigh i said
"Hold it pick a window you’re leaving"
"Oh, do forgive me, " he sighed
"I was a fan in my prime"
He must’ve thought I was somebody else
Here’s to the fathers of the lost
Sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined
To get left behind interest me the most
On a street you’ve never heard
Of there’s a wooden piano
On it's last legs in a last chance saloon
It is manned by a drunkard
Who is dripping with poetry
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
The man catches my gaze
Then produces this page
From his waistcoat with a slip disk smile
"Look boy, here is my last known
Correspondence with Christ"
I tried to read it
But my glasses were filthy
Here’s to the fathers of the lost
Sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones who seem destined
To get left behind interest me the most
I am the prodigal son
Resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
Sure, I’d give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Past the government housing
Right off Donaldson road
Open collars and open hearts
They swap anorexic lyrics
For pyrotechnic rhymes
As car lights knife their
Way through the dark
Then this feeling persists
We as people exist in a state of anticipation
You know it comes at a cost
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
And I tend to believe them these days
Here’s to the fathers of the lost
Sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined
To get left behind interest me the most
I am the prodigal son
Resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
I would give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Or something freeing like that anyway
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God
About a man who got even with God
Sat in hyperactive London’s
Cold Central Station
The city began sleeping like a dog
Then a tramp with one eye placed
His hand on my thigh i said
"Hold it pick a window you’re leaving"
"Oh, do forgive me, " he sighed
"I was a fan in my prime"
He must’ve thought I was somebody else
Here’s to the fathers of the lost
Sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined
To get left behind interest me the most
On a street you’ve never heard
Of there’s a wooden piano
On it's last legs in a last chance saloon
It is manned by a drunkard
Who is dripping with poetry
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool
The man catches my gaze
Then produces this page
From his waistcoat with a slip disk smile
"Look boy, here is my last known
Correspondence with Christ"
I tried to read it
But my glasses were filthy
Here’s to the fathers of the lost
Sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones who seem destined
To get left behind interest me the most
I am the prodigal son
Resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
Sure, I’d give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Past the government housing
Right off Donaldson road
Open collars and open hearts
They swap anorexic lyrics
For pyrotechnic rhymes
As car lights knife their
Way through the dark
Then this feeling persists
We as people exist in a state of anticipation
You know it comes at a cost
Or so the great unwashed have informed me
And I tend to believe them these days
Here’s to the fathers of the lost
Sons and the unholy ghosts
It’s the ones that seem destined
To get left behind interest me the most
I am the prodigal son
Resting his head on the drum
That was carried through the welcoming parade
And I’d give all I have
I would give all I have
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rains
Or something freeing like that anyway
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me
About a man who got even with God