The Triffids - Old Ghostrider lyrics

Old ghostrider, old ghostrider Even people in love get hit by bullets, old ghostrider (don't shoot) Footsteps/on a spiral stairwell When I'm trying to say, "Some other time Jack, I just don't feel well" The air is so thick you could cut and fry it The noose is so tight you can't untie it/Here he comes now Old ghostrider, etc This is the hole/he crawled to die This is the bar/he lost his eyes Over the sleepy roofs he rides/over the stinking bodies he slides Here he comes now, Junior .. Old ghostrider, etc