C Am G F C
Am
My ghost drives around with a bag of dead fish
G F C
Falling neutrinos drift through the trees
Am
He staggers and reels, runs up credit card bills
G F C
And clogs up the toilet with bottles of pills
Am Em
Here in the bipolar ward
Am G
If you shower you get a gold star
F C
But I'm not going far till the Haldol kicks in
G
Until then, until then
F C
I'm strapped to this fucking twin bed
F C
And I won't get any cookies or tea
F C
Till I stop quoting Nietzsche
Am E
And brush my teeth and comb my hair
G
C Am
Days pass slow in slippers and robe
G F
But my ghost still bangs on the roof
C Am
Like John the Baptist in the rain
G F
While the nurses play Crazy Eights
