The Ghosts That Haunt Me

We're talkin' about a thick necked man in the city
Build a pub a blood and sweat
Swears by god he'll stand by justice
He aint stood by justice yet
He get's them drunk and gets their money
They cash their welfare checks for stout
Now he throws them into the street
He's sucked you in, he'll spit you out

This money-minded s.o.b.
Will not a penny lend
And all i can do is pray to god
He'll suffer in the end

We're talkin' 'bout thick-necked man in three-piece
Killing from his office desk
The many places he has been
And many more he'll visit yet
Without his mommy's pride & kisses
Without his country's confidence
Without the dying man's permission
Without no guilt or consequence

This bloody-minded s.o.b.
Has not w ound to mend
And all i can do is pray to god
He'll suffer in the end

Now we're talkin' 'bout a thick-necked man in a fist fight
Losing lots of blood
It's not his night, his boss is uptight
His face and name are covered in mud
He watches t.v., all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife, wrecks the car
And spends the long dark night in jail
Well the preacher man, he comes and asks him
Does he know the mess he's in?
He says he'll turn to jesus if he'll
Bail him out and buy him gin

It may be that i'd like to
But i won't fall in love with you
We won't spend the rest of our lives together
But anyway couldn't we go on a trip together

We could go to the british islands
And hike around the scottish highlands
The youth hostels they have there
Would be perfect for us
Cause we're both youths,
So they would really suit us

Well darling each morning when we woke up
We'd have biscuits and tea from a tea cup
People might think that we were on our honeymoon
But we'd know better, even though we'd slept in the same room

We would live right out of our back packs
We'd send our parents lots of trinkets and knickkacks
Through the post and across the sea
Back to our own country

After that we could go to yugoslavia
Oh how i'd love to travel with ya'
We don't have to be wife and husband
To take a trip across the ocean

I'm still young, but i know my days are numbered
1234567 and so on
But a time will come when these numbers have all ended
And all i've ever seen will be forgotten

Won't you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so i hope when i am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground

When my coffin is sealed and i'm safely 6 feet under
Perhaps my friends will see fit then to judge me
Oh when they pause to consider all my blunders
I hope they won't be too quick to begrudge me

Won't you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so i hope when i am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground

If i should die before i wake up
I pray that the lord my soul will take but
My body, my body - that's your job

Well i can't be sure where i'm headed after death
To heaven, hell, or beyond to that great vast
But if i can i would like to meet my maker
There's one or two things i'd sure like to ask

Won't you come
To my funeral when my days are done
Life's not long
And so i hope when i am finally dead and gone
That you'll gather round when i am lowered into the ground

There's a skeleton in everybody's closet
I can think of one or two in my own room
But i would like to introduce them both to you
You'd shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom

'cause you're so kind
I know you would not mind
You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now
And the things i fear
Just wouldn't seem so near
And when i stroll out late at night
There would be nothing rattling at my heels

There are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep
And demons come to plague me as i lie in bed
But i know if you were sleeping there beside me then
That you could fend them off and they would let me rest

There are nights
When the wind comes howling through my old place
I have dreams
And i wake up with the sweat pouring down my face
And i wait till the morning comes

There will come a time i fear when all my days are done
And they will come collect my corpse and bury me
And then i hope you'll come over to the other side
To join me in our new life, keep me company

Some folks say that life is just a veil of tears
Not me man i can't pack enough into these years
I don't care if it's spring summer winter or fall
Make no fuss about the seasons, 'cause i like 'em all

Here on earth i'll have my cake
Gonna eat it too, make no mistake
'cause if it's a question of to be or not to be
I'll put on my boots and go see what i can see

My grandpa, well a good christian life he led
Worked like a dog just to put a roof over his head
He said that when he died he'd get his reward
'cause heaven's a place where you don't pay room & board

When i die, i hope i don't die too slow
But slow or quick, i hope heaven is the place i go
Old st. pete's gonna serve me my pie in the sky
And i'll say "pete, a side of ice cream, if you don't mind."