Chorus...
(All through the chorus:- Whispers...'There coming, ther coming, there here, look, there here')
I never believed in ghosts, they were non-fiction//
How can you say you understand, you aint livin' wit' 'em//
I still get the spine tingles and I let out nervous cries//
At night when these ghosts come alive before my own eyes//
----------"ITS GHOSTS"------------
Everyday is a nightmare but i gotta live~it, watchin' my Dad beat Mum like he was playin' cricket//
I Wish~it would just go away, he drinks till his limit, and if it dont haunt me in presence~it haunts me in spirit//
Im only 5 what do I do, I need to stop it but i dont know how~to//
I watch as my dad puts on his steel shoe, an' kicks my pregnant mum in the stomach till her blood runs blue//
My mums sprawled out in the hall, coughin' up hairballs, things just get worse as night~falls, then its SOS~calls//
Then shit seems to snowball when the police say 'G'night~all', my dad jumps through the window and swings at mum like she's a baseball//
I see my mum slash her wrists as my dad ruptures disks, jesus, this shits like shindler's list//
I cease to exsist, punches thrown to hard...they cant resist, anger builds up inside me....im punching walls with my tiny fists//
Chorus...
(All through the chorus:- Whispers...'There coming, ther coming, there here, look, there here')
I never believed in ghosts, they were non-fiction//
How can you say you understand, you aint livin' wit' 'em//
I still get the spine tingles and I let out nervous cries//
At night when these ghosts come alive before my own eyes//
----------"ITS GHOSTS"------------
I was stupid when i was young, to late for "I shoulda" its all over and done//
Now my life has been spun, I cant keep diggin' up these memories of fights that shoulda been won//
Im older now...if only past had been present and present been past I woulda gave dad a present//
Straight~out pumped up, flipped and slipped him somethin' pleasant//
But the past aint present cos the present is now//
and the only thing i presented him with was a pleasantly frown//
To late for guilt now, the milk has been spilt//
My mums life remains still, goin' in for operations to get her nose rebuilt//
I was made when my dad was young an' fulla spunk, before he upped and bunked//
Now he's jus' a fuckin' chump, livin' in a hospital, gettin' his stomach pumped//
To late for regrets cos this his how it is, he served me my life now im servin' him his......//
Chorus...
(All through the chorus:- Whispers...'There coming, ther coming, there here, look, there here')
I never believed in ghosts, they were non-fiction//
How can you say you understand, you aint livin' wit' 'em//
I still get the spine tingles and I let out nervous cries//
At night when these ghosts come alive before my own eyes//
----------"ITS GHOSTS"------------
(SHOUTING)
YOU WANNA BE VIOLENT...HUH?
YOU WANNA BEAT ON SOMEONE?
BEAT ON THIS................BITCH!!!!
*stabbing sound*
*SCREAMS*
*SIRENS*
(JUDGE) "We find the defendant guilty on all charges, we sentence you to life imprisonment...."
*CELL DOOR SLAMS*
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