GHOST
FREAK FOLK
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FREAK FOLK
2024-04-09
Lyrics
These times are hard, the old garage is closing down.nThe leaves break apart, when put under pressurenthe dogs are all chained by owners with angry shouts.nwe never give thanks, for moments of pleasure.nrotten wood frames, on the haunted housenyou heard taunting words for those who may enternever since the traffic lights went outnwe knew the ground wouldn't get much betternnPlease hold me closer the water turned dark againnDon't leave me alone where theres bad kinds of spiritsnwe struggle for slow things, surrounded by tv setsnbut what if the phone rings and nobody hears it?nnlet's have supper, let's have gold,nlet's have somebody dead and coldnwho lets you thread the needle through the holenA necessary evil takes us home
