The Ghost Never Smiles
The ghost in the squalor
Alive and so well
Thriving on the mess
And the noise
The ghost in the dirt
And falling around
Inside...
Maybe only for sunday
Maybe only for sunday
The mass and the worship
Inside the old system of hanging the martyr
We kneel and stay happy
We kneel and stay happy
There's safety in silence
And dance with the statue
It's cracking the bullwhip
It's cracking the bullwhip
And laughing in madness
It's cracking...
ahhh ahhhhhhhh
There's a wildness inside me
A strangeness coming over
There's a wildness inside me
It's kicking out
It's kicking out
The ghost never smiles
Only to worship the soldier
In his neatly pressed uniform
Holding weapon and ready to fire
Maybe the ghost could walk right through
The smart young soldier so eager to fire
Simulating-masturbation
Simulating-masturbation
The ghost never smiles
You can tell this is real
For the soldier is has died
And his body is fear
Now with the sunday singing quietly...
(Maybe the ghost is crying for the young soldier,
Crying for the young soldier)
Touching my body is fear
Touching my body is fear
Touching my body is fear
Holding my body is fear