Letra de son father holy ghost
Son, Father, Holy Ghost The thing I miss the most Is someone to look at me, not through me Like unwanted host Lifting a formal toast to Someone lucky not to be hereBirth, school, work, death, hide your foul breath Get laid off twice a year Whatever was my crime, I have done my time Now I'm free to disappear Like a ghostTake an extra shift, stairs instead of lift First stroke at thirty-eight Wear that fair-trade silk, decaf with non-fat milk Maintain your ideal weight Birth, school, work, death, hide your foul breath Get laid twice a year Whatever was my crime, I have done my time Now I'm free to disappear Like a ghostSon, Father, Holy Ghost The thing I miss the most Is someone to talk to me, not about me