Ghost To Most Lyrics

I guess I'll never grow a sideburn

it's a shame with all I've got to go between

I hope somebody's cause takes soon

it's getting hard to find a place a root can sink

Mama said a lot of things and be thankful was the one she never minded saying twice

Thanks to her I can think clear enough,

to be thankful that she died before tonight



Saving everybody takes a man on a mission

with a swagger that can set the world at ease

Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger

and the other dumping water in the streets

Talking tough is easy when it's other people's evil

and you're judging what they do or don't believe

It seems to me you'd have to have a hole you're own

to point a finger at somebody else's sheet



Baby every bone in my body’s gone to jumping

like they're gonna come through my skin

If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn’t matter if they did

But skeletons ain’t got nowhere to stick they're money

nobody makes britches that size

and besides you're a ghost to most before they notice,

that you ever had a hair or a hide



I don't know how good it does a man,

to keep on telling him how good it is he's free

free to wash his ghost down the drain,

and free for them to tell him there's no such a thing