The Ghost Never Smiles

The ghost in the squalor

Alive and so well

Thriving on the mess

And the noise

The ghost in the dirt

And falling around

Inside...

Maybe only for sunday

Maybe only for sunday

The mass and the worship

Inside the old system of hanging the martyr

We kneel and stay happy

We kneel and stay happy

There's safety in silence

And dance with the statue

It's cracking the bullwhip

It's cracking the bullwhip

And laughing in madness

It's cracking...

Ahhh ahhhhhhhh ohhhhh

There's a wildness inside me

A strangeness coming over

There's a wildness inside me

It's kicking out

It's kicking out…

The ghost never smiles

Only to worship the soldier

In his neatly pressed uniform

Holding his weapon and ready to fire

Maybe the ghost could walk right through

The smart young soldier so eager to fire

Simulating-masturbation

Simulating-masturbation

The ghost never smiles

You can tell this is real

For the soldier has died

And his body is fear

Now with the sunday singing quietly...

(Maybe the ghost is crying for the smart young soldier,

crying for the smart young soldier)

Touching my body is fear

Touching my body is fear

Touching my body is fear

Holding my body is fear