She's buried in the corner, waits for dinner.
Doesn't speak Chinese, she can't help decipher
the mysterious book I got in the mail.
The man with the gold in the mouth of the room
sits beneath the Martian, the boy from space camp,
livin' poisonous dreams. But he's a free man now.
I am a ghost in the body of a human,
watch me crawl, wait up for the morning,
I'm the center of attention in my mind.
Watch me crawl, wait up for the morning,
I'm the center of attention in my mind.
The center of attention in my mind.
Then I took the train to another country,
and I met a local woman who talked kind of funny,
I knew we'd die in the end.
Threw paper at each other, like a one hit wonder,
in the motel room, lightning, thunder,
fire, ice, and piercing screams.
Woke up in the morning with gunfire out my window,
and, oh, my demons, follow me where I go.
And I'll follow until I'm dead.
I'll follow my demons until I'm dead.
I'm sitting in front of a wall, early on a Monday morning,
every day those weird, pink puzzles of bone and ego
spill like manic paint into the New York City Transit System.
One goes here, one goes there.
Everyone is from somewhere, and now they are nowhere.
Liquids and kids campaign for the right to be solid.
Bernard's pale lavender voice remains glued to the back of my TV screen.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Bernard's pale lavender voice remains glued to the back of my TV screen.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Holy ghost, holy ghost, holy ghost.
Holy ghost, holy ghost.