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Holy Mother Call The Ghost

never learned to pick and choose My freedom violated contracts of a corporate rule When I die I wanna taste of hope When in doubt, I'll call the ghost

Holy Ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The Devil made you a slave an' he gave you a Bible 400 years of gettin' our ass kicked By so called

than hope? Is it waiting for us at the end of our rope? I say it's love! I say it's love! Is it the one you call home? Is it the Holy Land? Is it standing

look like my neck's full of glaciers Titanic flow, Titanic dough, women on my nuts like "Where da Titanic go?" I been scourin' da earth, makin' my fans Catch da holy ghost

, or borrow Two nickels or a dime, call me on the phone Oh, I'll meet you at Alamo Mission And we will say our prayers The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother

connections to the Son of Sam and Uncle Sam So SamIam keep ya fuckin eggs and ham! Performing alien brain scans and spiritual exams While the mother ship lands on holy

drinks. And he forgets that he's an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soul My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping I'm a ghost

the story is truth's ignored, emotion's most important He'll only cause problems, the Holy Ghost got him He blows him all over, he knows the call's

s time to rock I speak through a mic my voice peak out of one-hundred watts Who wanna cipher, I get dumb Word to my mother my father the holy ghost and