Ekoostik Hookah - Alexander II by Ekoostik Hookah lyrics

Mehgan dares to peek from the covers The ghost was in her room again She squints in the dark, says, "who are you?" He says, "I'm Alexander, I'm a friend." She shakes her head, "why me? why now? I'm scared and I don't understand." The ghost says, "listen closely dear And I'll tell you how it all began." (Alexander!) I'm the spirit you sense in the room (Alexander!) I'm the glimpse you catch in the gloom (Alexander!) I'm the whisper that slips through the crack (Alexander!) I'm the flickering light in the black St. Christopher's Boarding School, the old western wing 9 am lessons, 1915: Headmaster Boardman shouts at his cla** "all you children are dolts and none shall pa**! Now get to your books, I've a matter to mind And I'm locking you in to keep you in line." He heads down the cellar where he's hidden some gin And soon he's well in his cups and the trouble begins He staggers and falls on the boiler controls Sealing the fate of the innocent souls With the old man out cold, the old thing gets hot Exploding in flames and the children are caught In the papers, the old, sooty boiler is blamed They call Boardman a hero, and the school is renamed The tragedy fades as 80 years pa** Till the west wing's rebuilt and reopened at last I was there when the souls came back But no one believed me until I was attacked Now I've been elected by a cla**ful of ghosts To see justice is served on the name the school boasts: "Boardman." Mehgan's eyes are wide as moons "I can't believe all the stories are true!" The ghost says, "now, there's one more thing Before it's light that you must do..." (Alexander!) I'm the spirit you sense in the room (Alexander!) I'm the glimpse you catch in the gloom (Alexander!) I'm the shiver that slips down your back (Alexander!) I'm the flickering light in the black It must've been a dream, she thinks Stretching, rising from her bed Until she sees the Os and Rs that she stole Now every Boardman sign says "B a dman" instead And it seems that Alexander Got around to lots of other kids Because there's fliers hanging everywhere That say "Boardman, we know what you did!" And someone found some court report dirt In a stack of old microfiche And the kids all signed petitions saying "We want buried files rereleased." In days, the truth is throbbing Like an angry, open sore Boardman's name's defiled St. Christopher's restored In town, the people speculate: Which good soul led the fight? And in the playgrounds, children's voices Sing a name into the night: "Alexander! Alexander! Alexander!" --- .