Once I was a very young man, and very young men are none too clever
Sailed across to faraway lands
And faraway towns of tin and terror
Ran amok in a strip called love
Lost my mind in the streets of neon
Oh we had a merry old time, but merry old times don't count for nothing
Cocaine, song and women and wine
Memories, blood and I make me shudder
Bed in the morning, eight, four, five, couple of days to get my head off
To Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho
I'm troubled by gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Ghosts in heaven
Far below the shiniest stars, shiniest stars won't shine for ever
Take your soul and you can go far,
If you don't fall from grace or favor
Golder weights are those who star
You can take now and I'll take never
To Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho
I'm troubled by gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Ghosts in heaven
Soon I'll be a very old man, and very old men they dream of summers
Spent with falls in faraway clans
While hometown crowds sings hymns of courage
Ran amok in a strip called love
Lost my mind in streets of neon