You think you think you're pretty smart
But I can cause a little pain
She wraps the cord around her arm
Tries out to find a little vein
She lines the pictures
In a pretty row
To create the circumstances
Like the evidence will show
And who will be a witness
For the solitary host
If you sleep tonight
The visitation of the ghost
You think that I don't know your game
A pretty, pretty little face
Despite every book
And every little kiss you took
She'll take your place
She lines the pictures
In a pretty row
To create the circumpstances
Like the evidence will show
And who will be a witness
For the solitary host
If you sleep tonight
The visitation of the ghost
Oh my lord, lord, lord, lord
(oh my lord, lord, lord, lord) (x5)