We Are the Ghosts - Cut Out Club

Chance by chance, the day like life

Is a route, you shoot and roll

Waiting for the endless rhyme

Out on the porch, lighting your roll

Off the torch and grass

Wind carries out the smell of gas

There’s a man who’s deader than the end of day

He speaks freaks the wake from their place of lay

We are the ghosts who were made to live on

Chasing past and now I’m back at last

Can you hear me loud?

These words are burning down

Clap and stomp, and break us out

This flesh and dust, Yeah!

Digging graves is saving lives

Come join the feast, or at least join in

The dead man’s song as we march on

We are the ghosts who were made to live on

So you can all move on

Stomp your feet and sing along

Dead man’s song

Still he speaks freaks the wake from his place of lay

He whispers «peace» but you may not hear at all

His death is long

His voice is low

Life was no fun

Death has just began

We are the ghosts who were made to live on