what tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtain
sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
i think he don't got a name but i can't be certain and in me he starts to confide
* that my family don't seem so familiar and my enemies all know my name
and if you hear me tap on your window you'd better get on your knees and pray
panic is on the way!
my pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
my eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
if there's a God would He give another chancer an hour to sing for His soul