Randy Harrison - Ghosts (of Gay Sex in the 70's) | Текст песни

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• Ghosts (of Gay Sex in the 70's)

The ghosts of gay sex still haunt these trees
You can see gay ghosts down on their knees
They come when they want,
They come as they please
Ghosts of gay sex in the 70’s

Ghosts in the ramble, ghosts on the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
No longer here

I’ve seen them appear with the crescent moon
Felt the air turn cold
Heard ‘em whistle a tune
that raises the dead from a ghostly cocoon
Ghosts of gay sex in the 70’s

Ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
Ghosts of the trucks and ghosts of the baths
Ghosts who still menace my walking paths
Jaunting through their haunting grounds with nervous prying eyes
Each omnipresent, a large iridescent penis between his thighs
Could I have been so brazenly amorous?
Would I have been so glamorously unwise?
Give me liberty and/or little deaths
Pleasure, hound-dog, panting breaths
White t-cells that won’t replace
Scars and lesions on my face

Would I have taken a gamble way back when?
A gamble here with all these men?
With the ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here?
Ghosts of the trucks and ghosts of the baths
Ghosts who still menace my walking paths
Ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
Ghosts of the trucks and ghosts of the baths
Ghosts who still menace my walking paths
Ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
Ghosts in the water, Ghosts in the trees
Ghosts of gay sex in the 70’s