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There's a Ghost in Daddy's Attic
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Tuesday, 15th January 2008 @ 07:56:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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There’s a ghost in daddy’s attic
Can you feel it in your bones?
I can see it in his eyes
His storage’s not alone
There’s a wrinkle in his smile
And some furniture on the lawn
When the chairs out by the mail box
You wonder what he’s on
Do you see the visiting medicine man,
In a shag wool dirt brown jacket?
With his tools of home procedure
And their ways to keep him home sick
Kingdom come, Kingdom Done,
Come and call me, pick a bone
Down with downs, gentle clown,
Come and chew me on the throne
There’s a ghost in daddy’s attic
Do you hear him on the phone?
He’s talking about statistics
To an electric beeping tone
Saying something about politics
And some jungle land he rode
On a flag draped fueled casket
To pay some imaginary debt he owed
There’s a hole getting needy
A few name tags bawled and trashed
Some photographed siren keeps screaming
Till he flicks a match and makes her ash
Kingdom come, Kingdom Done,
Come and call me, pick a bone
Down with downs, gentle clown,
Come and chew me on the throne
There’s a ghost in daddy’s attic
Can you feel it in your bones?
Which way is down? Stick around
Come and chew me on the throne
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
... [
2008-01-15 19:56:36] (Date/Time posted on
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