Ghost Story

[Verse 1]
It was seven o'clock in the morning
Too late to handle the day
At home it was only two thirty
The skin on my wrists turning grey

[Chorus 1]
He stood up, wished us good luck
He changed his attitude twice
The box in the corner shivered in fear
It was tired and hungry for days

[Verse 2]
The next year she bought a new stomach
Of Liverpool, made in Detroit
Constantly passing old matches
Some sentries and millionaires

[Chorus 2]
Who did? Gallagher did
The same old thing every time
Gave up more empty cups
They were tired and hungry for nights

[Verse 3]
It made life a little easier
To have Holland on the run
It didn't take that long to forget her
My old man and his gun

[Chorus 3]
Rushed out, lions about
Wasting away on advice
A hundred and three, four hundred or more
It'll haunt you for the rest of your life