Tattoos

What's the panic with you?

Your urgent need to mingle

Press the flesh and smell my breath

Can't you just fuckin' wait?

How many people did you kill

Arguing with that kid?

You got ghosts chasin' you now, in your truck

Ghosts got a ghost truck

You say time waits for no one

You couldn't be more wrong

Time is patient, like a hunter waiting for

You to come along

Even if I give you the out

Of not knowing what the fuck this is about

We should raise a ghost army

Volunteer ghosts and enlisted ghosts

Have the living help the dead with their tools

We'll tattoo the names of the dead

Tattoo their names

Tattoo the names of the dead

On your hands