ghosts Well, I was born in the dirt of my family tree, I look up and I see everybody but me. But I can finally find the time to regress back and wake up from this bad dream, living so far away from the east. And this goes out to you I'll make fucking sure that you hear it, you can tack it to your wall - I'll be there in spirit. It's your no good - good for nothing waste of your time, you should have left me on the curb and did some good with your life. Cause' there ain't nothing like being without a home or living inside of cars, begging people for phones. I know I threw it on myself but someones gotta be blamed, for leaving me out in the cold to reenact my pain. From birth, all the way to scum of the earth, but you can bet your bottom dollar I speak more than you're worth. And I will smile when I can finally look at your herse, to know that you've ALREADY haunted me and I have been kersed, kersed, kersed, kersed... Look, every nook and cranny someone's reading me like a book. I guess I'm sick and fucking tired of acting like I belong when I don't, so listen to the words of my song. But in the back of my mind I know I'm wrong, how can I be thinking thoughts for so long and not react? And I became, and I'm becoming, you'll be cumming, I'm sucumbing to the scum of the earth, you got me acting up. I'm spitting words but I don't know what they mean, hand me this kerosene, I'm burning this house down and fleeing. You can fuck me over, and try to fuck me again, but not til' everything you have is disappearing in flames. Oh no, she's calling the police now, I'm so scared. "I'm gonna have you locked away for years!" But click, click - "I don't hear dialtones or nothing!" Aw, Mamma I'm so surprised, ain't that something? Hold me kill me love me fuck me hate me help me whore me shake me break me take me drag me hurt me how could you desert me this early in life and make think it's part of the game, i won't believe it until your worlds' in flames. Hold me kill me love me fuck me hate me help me whore me shake me break me take me drag me hurt me how could you desert me this early in life and make think it's part of the game, i won't be leaving until your worlds' in flames. I BELIEVE IN GHOSTS, YOU PUT FAITH IN ANGELS. It's my American Wet Dream, all my conspiracies must be this Xtasy telling me how to crash a plane. Must be the devil himself disguised as somebody else using the presidents' name, we must be living in hell. All my American dollars are bathed in blood, all my cadavers were brothers who at one time were in love. Our prisons are private enterprises, not surprising how we keep filling them up til' someone buys em'. Corrupt as a Kennedy lands himself in office again, yup another kennedy breaking the law and drunk driving. But another Kennedy gets off with a slap in the face, here's another family - only son becomes jailbait. There's something truly wrong, you might not hear this song. It won't get radio play cuz' I'm not rapping bout' bitches and guns, knives niggas and cars, triggers and bars, keggers and hot spots without cops. I BELIEVE IN GHOSTS, YOU PUT FAITH IN ANGELS.