Ghosts! - Those Poor Bastards

It came out of her eyes

This she swore, this she cried

Like the vapor or the mist of a ghost

Word spread around town

It was seen creeping 'round

Transparent and clear as a ghost

Prayers folks did pray

Every hour, every day

For the Lord to come banish the ghost

Speak to us, speak to us

Tell us why this town was chosen

Deliver us, deliver us

Free us from this haunted prison

But nothing did change

No nothing did change

And we locked our doors to the ghost

But doors they do crack

From the smallest impact

So we burned the whole town

Full of ghosts

And fear did create

A force that was great

As the tide of a thousand ghosts

Speak to us, speak to us

Tell us why this town was chosen

Deliver us, deliver us

Free us from this haunted prison