Lyrics
Even a worm will turn
It’s only a matter of time
They never seem to learn
In for a penny, in for a dime
In a crowded room
A crowded house
No one listens when I shout
Nor when I whisper
They only listen when I’m a singer
I’m banging on the lid of the coffin
They won’t listen to me but they’re watching
“Everyone look at the dead ringer! She’s a ghost in the form of a singer.”
I’m banging on the lid of the coffin
They won’t listen to me but they’re watching
“Everyone look at the dead ringer! She’s a ghost in the form of a singer.”
They wanted a better daughter
One that they wouldn’t shun
And they wanted a better artist
But got stuck with this one
In the dirt and undergrowth
The words caught in my throat
But they’d hear the softest whimper
If they put their ears to the ground and listened
I’m climbing on the lid of the coffin
They won’t listen to me but they’re watching
“Everyone look at the dead ringer! She’s a ghost in the form of a singer.”
I’m standing on the lid of the coffin
They won’t listen to me but they’re watching
“Everyone look at the dead ringer! She’s a ghost in the form of a singer.”
I’m standing on the lid of the coffin
They won’t listen to me but they’re watching
“Everyone look at the dead ringer! She’s a ghost in the form of a singer.”
She’s a ghost in the form of a singer
Written by: Pip Lewis
