Phantom Pool - Those Poor Bastards

All the folks who pass away

Before they get religion

End up in the phantom pool

Their spirits trapped and spinning

Phantom pool

Here you stop to take a drink

Of pure and cleansing water

But on the surface floats a mist

Where long lost spirits wander

Phantom pool

You godless fool

It waits for you

The phantom pool

The phantom pool

It waits for you

The grass is brown and dying here

No creatures dare to gather

Listen closely to the wind

You’ll hear their frightened chatter

Phantom pool

See back there those crooked trees

That reach up to the heavens

The Holy Spirit keeps 'em safe

Old 7 — 7 — 7

Phantom pool

You godless fool

It waits for you

The phantom pool

The phantom pool

It waits for you

The stench of sin is on you now

You’re followed by a demon

If you do not learn to pray

Right here you’ll wake up screaming

Phantom pool

Look into my weary eyes

And answer this one question

Do you long for wicked things

Or do you seek redemption?

Phantom pool

You godless fool

It waits for you

The phantom pool

The phantom pool

It waits for you