I got shadows that haunt me in lairs

I got a ghost that follows me

Down the stairs!

And it trips me and I fall

It trips me and I fall on my fucking face

Ghost under my bed

Listen what I said

I said

"I don't control you and you don't control me"

So where does that leave us?

I got—-

Ghost of supermarket

Up in my bones

And in my blood

Things went bankrupt!

And now I'm stuttering

And the dome

Of what I was

And here's it is

(Background of my friend: a harmonica solo.)

*harmonica