Ghost Story

It was 7 o'clock in the morning
 Too late to handle the day
 At home, it was only 2:30
 The skin on my wrists turning gray
 Stood up, wished us good luck
 He changed his attitudes twice
 The box in the corner shivered in fear
 He was tired and hungry for days
 The next year she bought a new stomach
 From Liverpool made in Detroit
 Constantly passing old matches
 Some sentries and millionaires
 Who did? Gallagher did
 The same old thing every time
 Gave up, more empty cups
 They were tired and hungry for nights
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 It made life a little easier
 To have Holland on the run
 It didn't take that long to forget her
 My old man and his gun
 Rushed out, lions about
 Wasting away on advice
 A hundred and three, 400 or more
 It'll haunt you for the rest of your life