Ghost Song from Mickey by Eli Whitney & The Sound Machine

Well there's a ghost in the attic and he lives above my head
And he scared my parents straight with all the stories that they read
And he used to scare me too, hell, he scared me the most
But I'm getting way too old
And I don't believe in ghosts

And when the congregation sang I never felt so alone
And my stomach almost turned on the ride back home
And the madman said that one bad day could drive a decent man insane
It's been three hundred sixty five
And we are still alive

But it's over now
And the wind's died down
And I can't remember if I ever heard a sound
And the sounds keep ringing in my head at night
And I can't remember if I ever slept right
But sweet dreams are made of lies
And I can't help but sympathize
With the dreamers and the bastards and the saints and the guilty sons
We'll be haunted to the grave
Or until the ghosts have won

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