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i am the ghost
living in the valley
eating worms
right out of the ground
all of my ghost friends
ride in the ghost jeep
straight down the highway
to the ghost town
doo doo doo doo doo
put on our ghost clothes
go to the ghost dance
everybody doing
ghost drugs
and hanging out
i am the designated driver
drinking diet ghost soda
watching everybody
fall down
doo doo doo doo doo
i’m not a poser baby
i just don’t drink and drive
everybody’s real jealous about it
saying hey how come
you’re such a cool guy
i play the drums in the ghost band
crochet ghost sweaters in my downtime
i am a man of enlightened pleasures
you ought to try it out some time
i am the ghost
living in the valley
eating worms right
out of the ground
all of my ghost friends
ride in the ghost jeep
straight down the
highway to the ghost town
doo doo doo doo doo
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Return of Pumpkinhead
02:42
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Pumpkinhead
The motion bends the blade
The weather cock announces your parade
Skulls galore
Sticky blood soufflé
The season calls for drinking and a game
While all the children say
Return of Pumpkinhead
Never seems to change
The figure in the attic
Or the ashes in the rain
Return of Pumpkinhead
He's breaking his chains
So bombs away, he's coming back again
Pumpkinhead
The audience dismayed
They're running to the exits of the cave
Loggerheads
The sweetened Chardonnay
A fragment of the knowledge that was gained
So all the children say
Return of Pumpkinhead
Never seems to change
The figure in the attic
Or the matchbook in the rain
Return of Pumpkinhead
Please come back again
Delete the pussy error in your vein
"oh when I walk these unwritten streets which animals will give me their old phone number any numbers for old pumpkinhead as october rings truer give us a hand leslie the theatre crowd hate us but we shall have the big sweets HAPPY HALLOWEEN"
Return of Pumpkinhead
Never seems to change
The figure in the attic
Or the goblin in the rain
Control-Alt-Pumpkinhead
He's come back again
With open arms we greet him in the rain
But none of this can ever be sustained
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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