Everybody tells me not go that way,
But what do I do when the demons play?
The angels want my responsibility,
But their father won't compensate for all my therapy.
I listened to the skeletons in their graves,
They tempted me with dreams of what I could say.
But I walked through hell with a Walkman on my hip,
cnd I told myself that one day I'd be out of this.
Everybody tells me not to go that way,
But I think the ghosts know how to play this game.
They invited me to tea and I heard them speak,
cnd now I understand what is really underneath.

Keeping them on their toes,
Tell you a secret no one knows.
I'll say it once, here it goes,
I think I prefer tea time with ghosts.

(Ghosts)