Son, Father, Holy Ghost
The thing I miss the most
Someone to look at me, not through me
Like Unwanted host
Lifting a formal toast to
Someone lucky not to be here
(Chorus:)
Birth, school, work, death
Hide your foul breath
Get laid (off) twice a year
Whatever was my crime
I have done my time
Now I free to disappear
Like a ghost
(Chorus 2:)
Take an extra shift
Stairs instead of lift
First stroke at 38
Wear that fair trade silk
Decaf with non-fat milk
Maintain your ideal weight
(Chorus)
Son, Father, Holy Ghost
The thing I miss the most
Someone to talk to me, not about me