Lodger - Son Father Holy Ghost | Текст песни

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Son, Father, Holy Ghost
The thing I miss the most
is someone to look at me, not through me.

Like an unwanted host
lifting a formal toast to
someone lucky not to be here.

Birth, school, work, death, hide your foul breath.
Get laid off twice a year.
Whatever was my crime I have done my time
Now I'm free to disappear.

Oh, like a ghost.

Taking extra shifts,
stairs instead of lift;
first stroke at 38.
(Weathered/wear that/ ????)
Decaff with non-fat milk.
Maintain your ideal weight.

Birth, school, work, death, hide your foul breath.
Get laid twice a year.
Whatever was my crime I have done my time
Now I'm free to disappear.

Oh, like a ghost.

Son, Father, Holy Ghost
The thing I miss the most
is someone to talk to me, not about me.

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