Cut Out Club — We Are the Ghosts lyrics

Lyrics

Chance by chance, the day like life
Is a route, you shoot and roll
Waiting for the endless rhyme
Out on the porch, lighting your roll
Off the torch and grass
Wind carries out the smell of gas
There’s a man who’s deader than the end of day
He speaks freaks the wake from their place of lay
We are the ghosts who were made to live on Chasing past and now I’m back at last
Can you hear me loud?
These words are burning down
Clap and stomp, and break us out
This flesh and dust, Yeah!
Digging graves is saving lives
Come join the feast, or at least join in The dead man’s song as we march on We are the ghosts who were made to live on So you can all move on Stomp your feet and sing along
Dead man’s song
Still he speaks freaks the wake from his place of lay
He whispers «peace» but you may not hear at all
His death is long
His voice is low
Life was no fun
Death has just began
We are the ghosts who were made to live on