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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
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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

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 Â© Franciswolf ... [ 2008-01-15 19:56:36]
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