Doomtree, Cecil Otter, Sims, Mike Mictlan - Gameshow Host lyrics

We're playing ghosts in the graveyard
Frozen in eight bars
Now you're hoping to make ours

I splinter these wood teeth
On a silver tongue
Sing hymns to sinners and sit
In when the dinner's done dirt on the collar
Butcher blood on the cuffs
My good foot's in a grave
The other one's a leg up no lady o' luck
I ain't stuck in her "lap of luxury"
No fast tracks or slow ones either
Detached from suffering
The mask is under me like
The past is under me
My own conscience will be the first and
Last thing to fuck with me
The Boy met the Man and the ways of the World
Ain't it a peach?
Nah, dig deep, it's a pearl
Sold on solitude like my soul is solid gold
We told them soldiers to hold
But never showed 'em a common goal
Don't follow robots in a suit and tie
And don't trust robots on a soapbox
With a "SHOOT ME" sign
I see they drew the line bang bang
I walk it like Cash and all you do is divide

So I see you've got your war paint
All suited up shoot 'em up
You drill it until the core breaks
Chew 'em up, use it up, then you move the rub
So leave 'em like the people in your life
The Desert Eagle is your life
Your pride drives drove you to nowhere
Now you're stuck
Feathers ruffled in the cold air
Another scuffle bad company
Can't cut it clean so use the hollow tips
Pass the poison and swallow it with glass
Followed with a laugh for all the
Holograms that passed as real
Now all that solid land has
Got a plastic feel
So take another drag of the
Smoking gun and bolt
Your story's fabricated though you
Spoke it under oath gameshow host

We're playing ghosts in the graveyard float
Frozen in eight bars choke
Now you're hoping to make ours cry for you
If I were you I wouldn't hope
We're playing ghosts in the graveyard hide
Frozen in eight bars die
Now you're hoping to make ours hope for you
If I were you i wouldn't try

Twenty-five
Medium well-rounded with a working man's halo
I served five years in the circus
And I'm about to land pay-roll
But some swear I'm hell-bound
Along with the serpent and the rainbow
But, I ain't working for the devil
Or searching for no angel
I'm working all the angles in
This book of human languages
I let the world I know graze
The lips of that palm reader
She's calling me the crying uncle
Saying I'm so blind that I'd cuddle
With a serial time-killer who leaves her
Victims with a sign of struggle
I might get shuffled in to
That haunted house of cards
But, I'll just sit there
Playing with the queen of hearts
It's so different than being in a crowded bar
Saying "you play the wounded fish
And I'll be the shark" alligator
Half man getting back to nature with
An eight track Tascam task at hand
I mean flask-in hand
Leaving one set of tracks in the sand
And no tracks in my arms

We're playing ghosts in the graveyard float
Frozen in eight bars choke
Now you're hoping to make ours cry for you
If I were you I wouldn't hope
We're playing ghosts in the graveyard hide
Frozen in eight bars die
Now you're hoping to make ours hope for you
If I were you i wouldn't try